mongrels raze "years ago," he said, "my sister moved out of her house. she left her dog there. can you believe that? i brought her back to my place. i guess she became my dog. her name was princess. she was a hundred and thirty pounds of bulldog. my wife already had a dog. princess hated that dog. hated my wife too. it was really rough. we couldn't make it work. i tried everything i could to find a good home for her. we just couldn't keep her around anymore. i thought i found the perfect people. they waited a couple days. then they got rid of her. i guess it was one of those things." i studied the blue veins like faded lightning on his legs and thought: we're all just mongrels looking for a place to call home. 230810 what's it to you? who go blather from