I was debating whether or not to say this because I've had quite
a few gross experiences in my life and drinking a glass of fleas was
nothing compared to what I'm about to say, so hopefully I won't
nausiate to many of you but just thinking about this is making me really sick
so exuse me for any stomach upset I may cause.
When I was about 12 years old my mothers viszla (Hungarian Hunting Dog)
died, the neighbor next door hated her and had been making threats
and my mothers dog amazingly ingested antifreeze which was not something
she could have gotten ahold of on our property and she never got out so
she died, anyway a month later I went out to her grave at the back of our yard and it had been pouring down rain for weeks so it was very muddy.
Walking around where she had been burried I got the surprise of my life,
I sunk knee deep through her carcass, what was worse is I couldn't move
because I could not get my leg out of the ground so resorted to the only
thing left to do, I screamed for help.
