Last night while biking home, a car pulled alongside me at a stoplight. It was a large, shiny Mercedes, with the windows down, and in the driver's seat, I could see the blue glow of a hands-free headset stuck in someone's ear. Sitting in the front passenger seat was a Weimaraner with the build of a six-foot-six man, absolutely still as if wearing a seat belt, gazing at me with a mixture of contempt and suffering. I began to wonder if it was sitting human style with its legs stretched out because it looked so undoglike.
Those dogs give me the creeps ever since William Wegman...ugh. I just read an all-Weimaraner photo picture book of Little Red Riding Hood while babysitting and I am still haunted by the eyes of that poor dressed-up dog carrying a basket of blueberry muffins for Grandma.
And also, isn't
this a horrifying idea?