Walter swatted them away, shielded his eyes, and glanced down into the hole in the earth. There lay Buddy. Right where Walter had left him. It had been only a week ago when Walter had stepped into one pile of his shit too many. It always infuriated him. Dog shit had a way of adhering and compacting into every crevice of the tread of a shoe. When he had felt that slimy sludge of a fresh turd compress under his foot, and then smelled its scent waft up, a rage bubbled up within him. He took out that rage on the nearest creature.
