For true dog lovers, this is not a problem. As for Sammy, though, Mean Betty imagines it must have been very hard for her to squeeze in some obedience sessions, what with her extremely important tasks of visiting Lohan in prison, deciding which acrylic beanie she’ll wear next, and lighting cigarettes while striding to cars.
Oh, and “dj-ing.” That last, kittens, means that the Ronson girl plays records while coked-up, overpaid, underdressed people “dance”- i.e. stagger around the floor. A higher calling, indeed! Who would have time for a mere dog amid all that significance?
So Tiger the Maltese dog is dead, Cadillac remains in Sammy’s apartment, and no one knows what happens next. The local animal-welfare people will presumably investigate, and perhaps Cadillac will be taken away to be euthanized. In cases like these, poppets, animals seem to have a higher level of responsibility than their owners.
And the day after all that happens? Mean Betty imagines that Sam will once again be at her “turntables,” doing what she does best—catering to people like herself, who can’t be bothered thinking about anyone but themselves, and certainly not about a mere animal.
Mean Betty congratulates the Ronson girl on living an extremely meaningful life.