A special note to the guy in the red pickup in front of me on Decarie during this morning’s bumper-to-bumper adventure: I have to tell you I was immensely relieved when the curly blonde head in the passenger seat – the one the had been bobbing up and down frenetically into your lap – stuck itself out the window and turned out to be a poodle.
Having said that, I have to ask: poodle? in a pickup? really?
Also, to the driver of the fancy-schmancy sedan in the next lane: yes, we’re in slow traffic. No, that does not mean you can read the paper at the wheel. Not even the comics.
Wow. I knew poodles were the most intelligent dogs, but who knew you could teach one to do THAT? I know a lot of single men who might want to go out and get a poodle.
Not just single men. Other poodles might be interested in this new trick.
Not just single men. Other poodles might be interested in this new trick.
Probably a whole lot of not-single men too, come to think of it.
Ignoring the “poodle talk”, I will say I have had more than one person suggest a steering wheel mounted Blackberry would be the perfect gadget! Now there’s a good reason to stop commuting and work at home!
You sure it was a poodle and not some broad with a bad perm?
Why can’t I quit you, poodle?
Didn’t know the forum rules alolwed such brilliant posts.
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