Thousand: Three Hundred Seventy

to hell. He didn’t charge much. A full belly, a pat on the head. The closer you get to hell the less likely you are to pay. The dog knew this on some level, but he would forget in the excitement of getting a customer and a bowl of ground chuck. It’s true he ate as much as his tummy could take, then lay down in the sun for a snooze, which tended to make his customers antsy. But the road to hell was long, usually, and if you knew the smells of the way it was just as well