True story of my day at the beach...
A young, dumb hippie boy with the peace sign in American flag pattern. I wanted to rip him but his hefty loud mouthed mother was with him.
They had a mangled,ill behaved dog with too small of a head which they said to anyone who would listen that it is a “rescue”. I don’t tell people that my lab is a purebred. Why do I have to know that?
Then there was the gray haired woman with pasty white legs wearing a Pridefest shirt, carrying a bag of dog poop and walking slowly, looking for something on the beach. She had all the time in the world.. probably collecting unemployment at our expense.
What next?...I’m going to the dog park later: will most likely run into a Lib with a new shirt logo: “Turtles Have Feelings Too” :)
See, it’s something instinctive that makes us stare at them. Humans were given this feeling/need as a mechanism to protect us.