Let’s talk about dogs. Let me get this straight: you want me to volunteer to pay money to take care of a creature that is totally helpless, but unlike a baby, never gets smarter? You want me to get up early in the morning, race home from work, and leave social occasions early to walk with it? Even when it’s 20 below? And if I don’t, it will crap all over my house? It will also leave its hair and stench all over? And one of the benefits is that this thing will jump on me and lick me on my face? Ok. I have no choice but to accept that the majority of people find pleasure in this.
That said, can we agree that pet cemeteries are weird?
If you have seen “Gates of Heaven,” you will certainly agree. If you haven’t seen it, stop reading this, turn off your computer, go to a video store, rent “Gates of Heaven,” return home, and watch it.
Finished? Ok, let’s proceed.
I pulled off SD-37 (or was it US-14?) in South Dakota yesterday to take a look at the Huron Girl Scout’s Pet Haven Cemetery. Here are some highlights:
Finally, a bad omen for the White Sox: