Thursday, October 29, 2009  Dogs 458-462  After the nuclear
apocalypse or the worldwide extermination by reptoids or peak
oil or whatever our endgame turns out to be, the next sentient
species to appear on the planet is going to find a statue with a
plaque on it that says "They tried their best, at least for a
little while," and it will be of this guy right here.  Why do we
insist on making the world one big puzzle for small animals who
just want to keep us company? This leash/tree situation is going
to have this dude's tiny mind boggled for the rest of the damn
afternoon if someone doesn't sort that shit out for him.  "Bring
da mothafuckin ruckus" is what this stance is saying. In this
case, the mothafuckin ruckus should take the form of so many
hugs the sidewalks splinter for a ten-block radius.  This
situation is more about the practice of patience on the part of
this foreign dignitary here: it wouldn't take much to just get
up and start slamming that door open and shut, but he knows
this, and has decided