Dinner

I baked pork loin for dinner. Infused with rosemary, thyme, Montreal steak seasoning and olive oil. Thirty minutes later it’s done. But I’m not. Or maybe I am. I take a bite and realize I have not done justice to my fellow mammal.

Bland. It’s fucking bland!

I cannot eat this. It’s an affront to the cosmos’ principle of interspecies interaction: We can consume one another - but only tastefully.

I no longer have any appetite. Scape the remains into the dog’s dish.

Guess dogs and swine have a different interspecies pact:

He snarfs it down.