The last fucking mile

Lynne and I are walking old "W" out to the river where I'm going to beat him to death with a shovel. He's too stupid to keep alive. That fucking dog can hardly find the ground when he needs to take a shit. It's not that he's so old--he's just too fucking stupid to live. Lynne isn't such a brainiac herself, since the lobotomy, but at least she's upright, some of the time.
But "W", christ, that dog can't hunt. All he does is chase bicycles and lick his nuts. I hate to admit it but I'm going to enjoy bashing his empty brain in. Stupid slobbering drooling piece of shit. I hate that dog.