I hate me part 548,444
I hate me part 548,444
I was walking the dog (aka: Lady Sniff), I had a plastic bag for her leavings. After a few blocks when the bag was filled, an elderly couple stopped their car to let us cross the street. It was a nice gesture and I waved thanks. The hand I waved with was also the hand that held the bag of dog shit. The looks on their faces went from “what a nice man and his cute dog” to “why is that tattooed miscreant waving a bag of dog shit at us?!”. I noticed this, made an exaggerated “sorry!” face, switched the bag to the leash hand and waved again, I got stony looks and flying gravel as they sped off.
They should be glad that you are picking up Lucy’s Leavings! FUCK THEM if they can’t appreciate the fact that YOU WERE SHOWING THEM PROOF THAT YOU ARE A CONSCIENTIOUS PET OWNER!
BTW- where were you walking that they could spray you with gravel; Utah?!?
…next time…place the bag of crap on the car hood….wave…retrieve bag….they’ll make the same faces, but this time it’s personal….
When Brooklyn was a puppy, she literally chewed through about $1000 in furniture. One day, a strip of rug was missing, and I’m like, doggy, I hope you digest that, because I’m not paying the vet to remove that thing.
Two days later, I was walking her with bag and she started to do #2. She squatted for about a minute, with eyes bulging. Then about 4 of that ten inches of carpet started to pass, then 5. She couldn’t get it out, so bag covering hand, I pulled it out. The moment I did that, the most excruciating expression of pain was on her face.
Never chewed carpet since.