Just for clarity sake, the full title of this silly story is Lost at Sea with a Talking Dog and a Man named Vladimir. It's a tad long for the title of a web page, so I truncated it slightly.
This remains one of my favorite stories. I've actually read it a couple of times without an editor's eye and I still enjoy it, and I usually hate everything I write. That says something, or maybe not. I'm a horrible judge.
Poignant Fact: I didn't really even understand what it meant until I went through some pretty serious life stuff. I understand what my brain was trying to process now, but I'll leave it to readers to find meaning for themselves. It's sex, right? It's always about sex.
Anywhoo... Enjoy!