Exterior, Church, Day: Narration box: Some folks say that every dog has his day. But like all proverbs, that is a lie. Zoom in on church steeple, with sound effects of the bell things chiming. A God. Damned. Lie. Close up on a floppy eared mutt. The dog looks stupidly happy, despite being the source… Continue reading The Russian Corpse 1

Smash cut to: Russian countryside, Scruffums is playing in a field, with some other nondescript dogs. My youth was filled with hours of play. Every where I turned, my fellow dogs were bounding and leaping, tugging of war, and so on. Montage of scenes where Scruffums plays with other dogs, looking positively delighted. Tail wagging,… Continue reading The Russian Corpse 2

New panel: Scruffum’s and Squeezer have scraps nearby that they have been eating. Squeezer: I am telling you, Scruff, one day, I am going to race. And when I do, even the alphas will bow at my feet. Here, in Society Russia, the humans will beg me for food. In short, I will be a… Continue reading The Russian Corpse 3