
The back of bosco's sleeping head.
The sidewalk was every bit as cold as it had been against their naked sphincters outside the kitchen door. A collie could wrap its tail around its parts, but basenjis, being from the Congo, never bothered to insulate that which seemed superfluous. Then, the space age, jet travel, Americans with disposable income, and, voila! basenjis were sitting outside a kitchen door in Minnesota trying to hold their nether parts a little higher off the ground because people had decided they were better off cold than dead.