I was picking my kids up from their grandfather's house yesterday after work, when I noticed the neighbour lady standing on her front lawn looking somewhat distraught. While I waited for the kids to buckle up, I wondered what might be wrong. Just then, her husband came around from the backyard carrying a yellow blanket. Inside the blanket was obviously the stiff body of a dead dog. Like when someone gives you a wrapped gift for your birthday in the shape of a tennis racket, most likely the thing IS a tennis racket. Its legs were all sticking straight up under the blanket and its head was lolling around. It was pretty big, maybe a 50 to 60 lb dog.
My daughter saw and piped up that she thought the dog might be sick. Yeah right, sick. My son was playing his hand-held video game and didn't notice. I mean, holy bad timing Batman.
It's the Circle of Life, kids. Get used to it.
My daughter saw and piped up that she thought the dog might be sick. Yeah right, sick. My son was playing his hand-held video game and didn't notice. I mean, holy bad timing Batman.
It's the Circle of Life, kids. Get used to it.