Monday, November 23, 2009

On the Loose

The other day I was driving down a busy street near my office and noticed in the distance a dog trotting down the sidewalk. There was a person, I'm going to assume it was the owner, about 30 yards behind it.

Commence Indignant Internal Monologue:

How reckless of that man to just let his dog roam around without a leash! This street is so busy, the poor thing could see a squirrel or a mailman or a frisbee on the other side and dash into on coming traffic! Isn't it the LAW that a dog has to be on a leash? WHERE are the police when you need them!? I should pull over and open my door and let the dog jump in. That'll teach that jerk to let his d.....huh?

Indignant Internal Monologue completed.

Because it wasn't a dog. It was a pot belly pig. And the owner wasn't ambling behind it, he was running, trying to catch it.

5 comments:

Amanda said...

I'd like to hear the Internal Monologue that took place once you realized it was a pig.
Good fun.

Rachel said...

It went something like this: KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS! THAT'S A PIG!

Andrea said...

I can picture the whole senario...and by that I mean I can picture you saying "Knights of Columbus! That's a pig!" The only thing that would make this story even better was if you said you were driving down Ghuasti Road when it all occured.

Rach said...

Oh, that is too funny. Thanks for the laugh. I needed it today. My internal monologue was, "I hate it when people do that, because then the dog poops in your garden...A pig? Only in California. Those crazy rich people and their funny pets."

colleeeen said...

I am only a few years removed from being a crazy hillbilly woman chasing a pig down the street. 'Cept'n he'd be fer eatin', not pettin'.