These dogs, I tell you, they are so smart, but they worry me sometimes.
For instance, I'm plucking this pale yellow cottage cheesy guck
from their snouts, rather like cheese atop a microwave pizza, and
I have this horrible feeling, for I suspect these dogs (even though
their winsome black mongrel eyes would have me believe otherwise)
have been rummaging through the dumpsters out behind the cosmetic
surgery center again, and their snouts are accessorized with, dare
I say, yuppie liposuction fat. How they manage to break into the
California state regulation coyote-proof red plastic flesh disposal
bags is beyond me. I guess the doctors are being naughty or lazy.
Or both.
-- Douglas Coupland, from _Generation X_ (Tales for an Accelerated Culture)
