SQUEEZING ONE OUT
By Matthew Sanborn Smith
You had to figure it’d be a New Yorker that came up with the idea. Joey didn’t have time for his wife’s goddamned pug to sniff everything and screw around in the park.
“C’mon! I got shit to do!” he shouted at the dog. “You been out here like three minutes now!”
More rolling on her back joyfully.
Joey had had enough. He grabbed the little pig-dog, gave her belly a good hard squeeze and stuff came out the back end. He did a quick survey to make sure it was only the stuff that was supposed to come out. For the most part it was. Good. He didn’t need Gina giving him a hard time. He went back in with a strangely quiet little dog under his arm.
A good idea is a good idea. Joey told Dom about his new method and Dom told Deke and Deke told Ed and pretty soon guys all over the city were playing their dogs like bagpipes. The kids got into the act and soon made a game out of it.
“Jesus,” more than one tourist was overheard to have said. “When I was a kid we used water pistols.”