You should see western MD.
It’s like Ive been transported to Central America.
Since my Dobe lost his battle with cancer last month I’ve been taking Boo the Pibble Thing with me everywhere to try and get her less reactive to strangers.
We had just parked at Ross and a whole family of well dressed smiling, laughing invaders came out, carrying huge bags of stuff I could never afford for myself and Boo went full Cujo.
Normally I try to divert and correct her but this time I said fook it and let her express herself fully.
It was incredibly satisfying to see the father jump and all those “we love American tax dollars!” grins turn to expressions of fright as they quickly got away from my ancient car and lugged their loot towards their nice new crossover.
I was glaring at the dad the whole time and for a second it seemed he was about to say something unpleasant to me but I pressed the rear window button so Boo could get her head out of it.
He changed his mind.
So far the few we have here I’ve been able to ignor/avoid....but we all know they’re going to rapidly multiply and bring their aunts and cousins in...and their teenagers having babies so they too can go on welfare.