It has been a thundery few days in Houston, and the BatPack support this message and also wonder where is their beer.
Never gonna happen, BatPack. However, this photo kinda looks like s/he could well be The Most Interesting Dog in the World.
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It has been a thundery few days in Houston, and the BatPack support this message and also wonder where is their beer.
Never gonna happen, BatPack. However, this photo kinda looks like s/he could well be The Most Interesting Dog in the World.
I first met p’Bailey when, early one morning, a secretary at our office saw and rescued him from the parking lot of our office complex. Throughout the day people going to and from the building oohed and aahed, but there were no takers. Toward the end of the workday she remarked that she didn’t know what to do; she couldn’t take him home, as pets weren’t allowed at her apartment complex. “Okay, I’ll take him for the night, and you can try again tomorrow,” I blithely offered. Next, he and I went to my part-time, evening job. Four and a half additional hours of oohs and ahhs, but again no takers. Finally, home! Tired, wanting a beer! Opened a cold one, took a long swallow, set the bottle on the floor beside me. The less than 5 week old dog toddled across the floor, purposely knocked the bottle over, and began lapping up the spilled contents. Such was “the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
Of all the beer joints in all the towns in all the world, he walked into yours.
Bailey was an amazing dog. I try to tell these loons they have an example before them, but again, they’d probably only want his beer.