It
was a cover-up of massive proportions at 7th and Montana yesterday as an Anonymous Loon
rolled his dog up in two blankets – like a Canine Burrito -- and placed it on
one of the only remaining chairs at Our Favorite Starbucks. “Life is ruff,” I said, searching for a place
to sit, “Maybe I’ll just go crouch by the fire hydrant in case nature calls.” The dog and owner, for their part, remained so motionless I wondered whether rigor mortis was setting in. Some say I should forget the whole thing, let sleeping dogs lie, but I think we need to draw the line somewhere. After all, if we allow this kind of behavior to persist, who knows what we'll see next ... Pigs in a Blanket?!?
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Only during breakfast.
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