Minds me a Duke. Beagle. We'd go huntin and that dawg would run straight for the cows. He'd roll in fresh cow shit til he was covered with it. Ol' Man Mullvahill would laugh his arse off and Dad would swear his ass off. Dad always had newspapers in the trunk. He'd wrap Duke up, sit him on the floor in back, and say "DON'T MOVE!!!!" We'd get home and Dad would put Duke on his chain. Then he'd put the hose on Duke, step on Duke's chain, slowly walk on the chain while Duke lurched to keep on his perfume, and stop about four feet away, all the time sayin "DON'T MOVE!!!!"

I took a shower today. I do every Cinco de Mayo.