This story was published as a part of the Only fools die of heartbreak collection by Equus Press. A sloppy golden mutt lays next to the chair, a yellow paw on my bare foot. It is his foot now and he is not letting it go anywhere. He is my pal and his name is Balto. He is one of the real ball dogs, he would make some kind of shortstop. Nothing gets by him, unless he is licking his own balls or sniffing around some other dog’s ass, at which time nothing else seems to matter. Balls and ass, balls and ass – bless him, he is not ashamed. Territorial about the balls, any old balls, but willing to