A poor dog gets bullied.
I was minding my own business looking for bones at the dumpster when a mean, fat, hideous dog walked over to me and said, “Hey what are you doing at my dumpster.”
“It’s not YOUR dumpster, it is the city’s property,” I claimed
The mean dog simply looked at me for a while, like if threatening me. Then, with a single paw he picked me up, like if I were light as a feather. He then placed me in the middle of the street and left.
“OK….that was awkward…what did he expect? That a car would run me over?” I thought. I simply got up and walked back to the safety of the sidewalk. I went back to minding my own business at the dumpster.
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