Having a dog is like having a kid...(The map only works on my page)
because you like telling stories about them even though nobody cares.
I was in the park a couple nights back emptying out the dog for the final time that day. It was about 10:30 or 11 at night.
I am enjoying flavor country and following the dog around the park as he sniffs and follows scent trails. (Fun fact: Winter makes me feel psychic because I know where Snoopy is heading before he does. He follows the scents while I, being so much more evolved, use my eyes to look where the pawprints will lead us.) Anyways, this white guy is walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the street and yells to his friend further up the street, "Do you have your cellphone on you!" He yells back, "No, it is in the car." Then all of a sudden I hear another voice bellow, "Mind you own goddamn business, motherfucker!" Where the hell did that come from? I look back and about a hundred feet behind the guy asking about his cellphone was an angry looking black fellow. He was getting a little crazy and I think he scared the white folks. The white guy kind of picked up his pace and walked away while the black guy kept yelling about something. Here is a map:
KEY:
SWG= Scared White Guy
ABD=Angry Black Dude
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l__________________________SWG_______________________________________l
<----SWG's friend
STREET
______________________________________________________________ABD____
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l...........................................................................X Me and the dog....................................l
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Now you go the picture. So the white guy kinda hustles to the corner and then stands there looking back at the black guy. Now the black guy is yelling at the white dude still but also back at someone behind him. My guess is that the black dude was in some sort of fight with maybe his lady friend and the white guy stuck his nose where he shouldn't have. Well, I am standing there watching the scene and the black dude starts walking down the path in the park towards me. Not towards me as a person, but the path just kinda takes him over my way. I am just chilling smoking my cig and watching the dog sniff and such. The black guy ends up about 5 feet from me still yelling about whatever and then Snoopy gets interested. He starts walking over to him and gets about a foot away and wants to meet the guy. I say, "Come on, Snoop. Let's go." Snoop looks at me and the guy starts yelling again at nobody I can see. Snoop looks back at the dude and his fur sticks up and he starts growling. The black dude looks down at Snoop, looks at me, and walks away. Basically, it is good to know my dog is always willing to throw down if necessary.
I was in the park a couple nights back emptying out the dog for the final time that day. It was about 10:30 or 11 at night.
I am enjoying flavor country and following the dog around the park as he sniffs and follows scent trails. (Fun fact: Winter makes me feel psychic because I know where Snoopy is heading before he does. He follows the scents while I, being so much more evolved, use my eyes to look where the pawprints will lead us.) Anyways, this white guy is walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the street and yells to his friend further up the street, "Do you have your cellphone on you!" He yells back, "No, it is in the car." Then all of a sudden I hear another voice bellow, "Mind you own goddamn business, motherfucker!" Where the hell did that come from? I look back and about a hundred feet behind the guy asking about his cellphone was an angry looking black fellow. He was getting a little crazy and I think he scared the white folks. The white guy kind of picked up his pace and walked away while the black guy kept yelling about something. Here is a map:
KEY:
SWG= Scared White Guy
ABD=Angry Black Dude
l........................................................................................................................................l
l........................................................................................................................................l
l__________________________SWG_______________________________________l
<----SWG's friend
STREET
______________________________________________________________ABD____
l........................................................................................................................................l
l.................PARK...............................................................................................................l
l...........................................................................X Me and the dog....................................l
l........................................................................................................................................l
Now you go the picture. So the white guy kinda hustles to the corner and then stands there looking back at the black guy. Now the black guy is yelling at the white dude still but also back at someone behind him. My guess is that the black dude was in some sort of fight with maybe his lady friend and the white guy stuck his nose where he shouldn't have. Well, I am standing there watching the scene and the black dude starts walking down the path in the park towards me. Not towards me as a person, but the path just kinda takes him over my way. I am just chilling smoking my cig and watching the dog sniff and such. The black guy ends up about 5 feet from me still yelling about whatever and then Snoopy gets interested. He starts walking over to him and gets about a foot away and wants to meet the guy. I say, "Come on, Snoop. Let's go." Snoop looks at me and the guy starts yelling again at nobody I can see. Snoop looks back at the dude and his fur sticks up and he starts growling. The black dude looks down at Snoop, looks at me, and walks away. Basically, it is good to know my dog is always willing to throw down if necessary.