true story. I think my dog is inventing things to be afraid of. What is scary about a discarded extra large tim hortons cup, standing like a monolith, completely alone, in the middle of the sidewalk? I’m not saying I DIDN’T think there may have been a bomb in it myself, but it didn’t stop me from walking past it. Each day is an exercise in new fear when you are a tiny dog.
GO GO MACH ROCKET SHEEP! 