Sunday, August 24, 2008

Dogs 394-399

Hint: there are certain times when you run across someone you can tell has some advice to give you. But there are also certain times when you shouldn't take said advice. And if you stop to ask yourself which kind it is every time, you're doing it wrong.

There's something to be said for going into battle alongside a dude who's dumb but also tough as hell. You can be sure he's not going to pull any surprising bullshit on you, for one thing, like turn out to be a double agent. He just doesn't have the brainpower, and for once you can be glad about it.

If you've got one of those super-strong dogs that can yank a parking meter out of concrete like it ain't no thang, there's only one way to handle the situation: tie his Hulk ass to a tree and hope it had a long time to put down some deep, deep roots.

Your secret's safe with me, Gandalf. I won't tell anyone you transformed yourself into a dog by accident, as long as you hold up your end of the bargain and see to it nobody makes another Rock of Love for as long as the Earth remains spinning.

What is that around his neck? A bottle for capturing magical pixies? I feel like that's the sort of thing I would've noticed when I took the picture, but maybe anti-pixie technology only reveals itself when it wants to.

Don't you love those dogs whose heads you just want to ruffle with both hands and go "wooga wooga wooga" while you do it? Or is that just me? Shit.