Maybe she could teach Duke to jump again. I bet it would be some view of her down on all fours in the getup she had on today. Another mouthful. What had she called it again? “Flunk shit.” “Flukerbutt.” “Flunkerbsht.” That was it. “Jump” was “flunkerbsht.” I started to laugh. The sound was almost maniacal. Flunkerbsht. I want to flunkerbsht the pretend dog trainer.
