On my way to the gas station for M&Ms today, there was a station wagon parked in front of the dry cleaner's with an ancient dog hanging his head out the window-- gray beard, snaggle teeth, milky eyes. Aged.
And these two preppy-poppy girls come o-my-gawd-ing by, and the blonde one says, looking at the dog, "Awwwww! I LOVE puppies!"
And I want to grab her by the shoulders and say, "Sweetpea, that is no puppy. That is a Very. Old. Dog."
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