Our Maximum Leader and I were sitting on the front steps watching the world go by this evening when we saw a couple walking a dog go by. Horrible. Truly horrible. Oh sure, it looked friendly and fluffy and cheerful, but we knew that was all a facade. After all, it was a dog. The dog was at the end of a rope-like object. I think it was a leash, but our Maximum Leader was certain it was a rope. In any case, we both agreed that the only proper thing for most dogs to be doing at the end of a rope was swinging.
Update: Written in the terror of the moment, overcome by the horror of a close encounter with a strange dog, this post is in error and has been corrected here.
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As The Holy Ambassador to the Kingdom of Dogs, Bruiser takes great offense to that remark! For someone who said in the post above that they want peace between the species you're sure not acting like it with talk like that.
Bruiser demands that you apologize immediately or the dogs will be forced to use their secret weapon against cats that will cause the cats great harm without their humans even knowing what hit them!
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