So today I was walking my dog.
Yes, the wiener dog. But that’s not the point.
The worst part of walking a dog is the poop. You’ve got to pick it up, even if you don’t want to. And then you’ve got to carry it around until you get home or find a trashcan. Well, I’ve found a simple soloution to this problem: attach the poop-bag to the dog’s collar.
Maybe not so good for the dog, but hey, it works.
So I was walking my dog when all of the sudden a silver 99′ Dodge SUV pulls around the corner. The guy whose driving the car is about 68, and he’s looking at me like catfish looks at a peice of bacon. (Man, I’m good at analogies!) So basically, he’s looking at me like a maniac.
I thought it was strange, but it got even stranger. He turned around and pulled up in front of me, exept now I didn’t see him, I saw his wife.
She was also looking at me like a maniac.
I was getting ready to run when she rolled down the window. She looked very exited. Her eyes were large. Freakishly large.
And this is what she says:
“She’s carryin’ her own poop bag!”
She says “poop” with a little popping sound at the end.
“Uhhh…Yes she is, I tho-”
I don’t have time to finish my sentence, because they’re already driving away like a moose drives a wagon. (I’m really good at these analogies)
So basically, I had a pretty weird Tuesday.