You people knocked my socks off yesterday. WOW. Also, you were all insane when you were children. Obsessive paranoiacs, the lot of you.
(Shhh. I like to make it sound like I'm pointing my finger at all of you, but I was tapping out things in groups of four, thought I was an alien whose mother was from Venus, and had the sneaking suspicion that the god everyone was praying to at church was a fake one drawing our attention away from the real one, who must have been very sad about being forgotten for so long.)
Anyway, you all made me feel super fantastic and gave me no end of entertainment. I'm thinking that I should ask you about yourselves on a regular basis. You people kill me.
Do you want to know who doesn't feel so good, though? Or, at least he wouldn't feel so good if he were smart like people?
The animal in this picture:
I know that the dog is kind of hard to see in that picture, but he was obviously pretty big and was barking his head off at us even though we were at least fifty feet away. I tried to walk in for a closer shot, but I just couldn't make myself do it. I'm not too crazy about huge, angry dogs with big teeth that bark and spray their saliva all over fences. It's kind of unnerving.
I don't care that his owners had a sense of humour and surrounded his head hole in the fence with giant flower petals. That dog scared the bejeezus out of me.
Here's a close-up of our barky flower dog:
Hey, it just struck me that the fence had a HEAD HOLE. Since when do people give their large and terrifying attack beasts head holes? Maybe the garbagemen on their route are in need of intimidating and are also scared of oversized flowers.
Oh, noes! It's the killer flower dog! Run!