Canines Are Among the Best People
Do you ever wonder whether dogs know more than they’re letting on? Like maybe after you close up shop and turn the lights off and go home, they sit around playing poker and discussing Debussy and whether the principles of relativity can be reconciled with quantum theory? No? Me neither.
Personally I can’t stand the little fuckers.
Yesterday the boss had to go to a funeral, and I was left in charge of the store. Dogs everywhere, staring at me with their big, chocolatey, stupid eyes. It was my idea to put the puppies out in the front window. I told Graham it was to entice passers-by into the store by tormenting them with images of sad puppies in desperate need of wuv. In truth I did it because of the strobe lights on the signs across the road. Makes ‘em go nuts. I think one of them’s epileptic.
Personally I can’t stand the little fuckers.
Yesterday the boss had to go to a funeral, and I was left in charge of the store. Dogs everywhere, staring at me with their big, chocolatey, stupid eyes. It was my idea to put the puppies out in the front window. I told Graham it was to entice passers-by into the store by tormenting them with images of sad puppies in desperate need of wuv. In truth I did it because of the strobe lights on the signs across the road. Makes ‘em go nuts. I think one of them’s epileptic.