The big dog's body didn't sink but didn't really float much either.
It had slowly disappeared downstream.
He knew his forearm and hand were ripped up badly
but had to stay in the river while the search was still on.
He hoped he didn't bleed to death in the water,
but if he did, he did.
A crummy end to a crummy life.
He sort of liked the symmetry of it.
It didn't seem right though
that he should be brought down by some dull-witted creature
that got its satisfaction out of scratching and licking itself.
He almost snorted when he thought of people who brag about how smart their dog is.
Smarter than a can of yams, maybe.
He felt a deep cold grow throughout his body.
Damn.
Lightheaded too.
Damn.
Damn.