'But back to the summer day the spikegrazed my brother's scalp: I slept beside himin his racing car bed and my father woke meand slapped my face, thinking, I assume, of sex,whereas I was already thinking about death.
A canine-thropic (it's a word now) assault on that detestable Uncle Tom of the animal kingdom, man's so-called best friend (not), the treacherous, mangy, smelly, useless DOG.