Well its back to the grind. Unfortunately I don't have any "new" topics to talk about but I had another incident happen that involved the way I strap my dogs to the car. I will begin by saying that this is the second weekend in a row that I have run in to some tree hugger that likes to place their nose in someone else's business. Honestly I'm getting a little tired of it. I don't go around calling the EPA when the heavy set guy at Golden Corral farts and pollutes the air.
It all started Friday afternoon when we were headed to Harts-vegas. I had the dogs strapped down the same way I've done it now for 3 weekends. I even drove along side an Alabama State Trooper who proceeded to do nothing about the way the dogs were chillin on the back. But then here comes a blonde, air headed goon. I happened to look in my rear view mirror to see this lady cutting across 3 lanes of traffice, yes 3, and getting behind me with her camera phone trying to take a picture of the dogs and my license plate. When I realized what was going on, I did like any responsible dad would(Clark Griswald) and gunned it. Ya'll should have seen this lady bobbing in and out of traffic trying to catch me. Honestly I don't know how she didn't wreck. I can say that my blood pressure when through the roof as I prepared myself for some evasion manoovers I saw on COPS. Who the heck are these people? How many times have you seen a dog riding in the bed of a pickup truck, and even on the tool box? Are you telling me that that is safer than in a cage? Really I look forward to the day, that one of these lunaticks confronts me. I'm not sure what I'll do but I can't imagine letting them win the conversation. I guess it kind will be like when the lady asked me the Pilot station in Gardendale if I was going to give them some water, and I replied very respectfully, "No." People like this really get their panties in a wod over the stupidest stuff but could give a dang about the stuff that matters. Just because my dogs don't shower with me and sleep with me, make out with me, lick on my nipples, or poop in the toilet like humans do, doesn't make me a dog hater. The day one of my dogs looks at me and says, "you know Wes, I was thinking I might want to ride in the front seat with you today", will be the day I the mutt rides in the car. Until then, his hairy butt will ride in that cage and like it. These are the same people who take their kids out and put them on leashes. Really?. First off they need to get a life, most of them wake up everyday and try to find something to complain about. When I try to picture what one of the freaks looks like, I picture one of the homeless looking, smelly, mangy bearded, hairy legged women on Whale Wars. Don't you know those people smell like pure urine extract with a hint of smelly wet feet. Really I would pay any girl reading this $10 bucks to kiss the first mate on the Bob Barker. There has got to be a penis somewhere in the pubic hair or so called beard. Wow. People can be such geeeeeeeks.
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