And another thing!

[trinityvixen]

On my way to work this morning, there was a pool of dog urine in the middle of the sidewalk. I can accept dogs peeing on every free-standing object (people included) on the street, but do they have to pee right in the middle of it? This was in the middle of a sidewalk that is currently overhung with scaffolding. There were a million supports that the dog might have urinated on if he wanted to make his mark.

Anyway, my digust led to me thinking the following:

I hate dogs. They're smelly, slobbering, shedding, suck-tastic pets. What are they good for, really?

A beat.

Well, I guess they can sniff out Terminators.

And that was enough to ameliorate my feelings of ill will towards that particular dog that urinated on the sidewalk. Like an animal.

(It should probably scare me that excuses based on fictional worlds are all that keep me from killing shit most days. Ah well. We'll see who's crazy when the zombie apocalypse comes.)

Comments

[ecmyers.livejournal.com]

Are you sure it was dog urine? It is St. Patrick's Day, after all.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

I...hadn't even thought about that.

[kent-allard-jr.livejournal.com]

Damn, you beat me to that one!

Cars wouldn't necessarily stop for a dog, but they'd stop for an Irishman, making the streets safe enough for bio breaks.

[wellgull.livejournal.com]

Cars wouldn't necessarily stop for a dog, but they'd stop for an Irishman
Ahh, how the last hundred and fifty years have changed New York!