Three words.....Doggie Drag Racing.
I went downstairs the other night about 2am to get a drink of water. In comes the youngest dog from the garage. I asked him what he was doing. He said that him and his buddies had been out drag racing. He said they do it every night.
He told me, “You may think we dogs stick our heads out of car windows for fresh air, but we’re actually scouting for drag strips.”
I was shocked. He had seen those bloody crash movies at Doggie Drivers Ed. Didn’t he appreciate the danger in his actions?
“We only pretend to like chasing balls”, he said. “Our real joy is putting the hammer down and smoking the tires!”
Finally, it all made sense. The black racing gloves he wanted for Christmas. The turbocharger. The dog slobber on the steering wheel.
I told him we’d discuss this further in the morning. I crawled back into bed, and my wife asked what was the matter. I told her about the pup drag racing.
“I told you not to read him GO DOG GO so many times”, she said.
Don’t just leave the car keys on the table. Lock them up at night or you’ll be living your version of FAST AND FURRY-OUS.
fun stuff.