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So yeah I was there everything was going fine. He had made some steaks and ramen and we had a nice dinner after playing with Beast, the recovery puppy he had already gotten. Now that it was dark and we were full, we moved to the cement tomb thinking everything was great.

We both got on each side, keeping our backs straight, bending at the knees. And lift. And ssphlopght. The -opght part is the sound of your putrifying dog flopping out with an explosion of smell and fluid onto me.

So we went ahead and took a break for me to stop vomiting. After it was made clear it my fault for wearing nice clothes to a funeral, papabear reminded me that all that wasted steak and ramen wasn't getting that putrid bloody cement box any closer to the platform of that boat 2 feet above our heads.

On the third real effort we made good on getting the cement block onto the boat. The trick is that it gets lighter the more you let your dog leak out down your legs and then hands and then BIG LIFT good job OVER HEAD close your mouth though good we got it carefully and there. Oh jeez you got some oh man close your eyes close your eyes stop moving you got some schmutz on your face there Jimbo