Last time I was at the pound I was 17 years old pulling community service for a drunk in public conviction.
Public swimming pool scrubber and courthouse mopper veteran (two tours each) on CS duty for remarkably similar unfounded accusations. Mid-80s. Pound duty? Sheeit. Family know the judge?
They didn't want some yellow bastard to eat the dogs.
Thats why you didnt get the gig.
And that's where the irony lies. We've always secretly targeted the felines and various snakes, Fats. Plus any rodents. Appreciate your being open-minded about yellow folks' culinary peculiarities, though.
I'm pretty sure the Red Man ate dogs, and a few early 19th century "white" explorers. You folks prefer non-canids, eh?
I hope you and the missus had a very nice holiday season Leighton, the dogs too.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
