I got my walking papers

I just got FIRED from a dog walking job. Fired. I didn't even last six weeks. Of course, that proved to be more than enough time to get a glimpse into that particular world, and half the reason I did it was to write stories, so I'm mostly relieved. I can't even believe it, though. It's funny, it really is.
This, I think, best explains the reason.

Scroll on down to Poem of the Week. The extra-long linebreaks are an editorial addition.

Man.
More later, when I get over the absurdity of it all.
Or at least when I'm feeling inspired enough to go back and fill in all the ridiculous details I haven't written about yet.