Yesterday while walking my dog, Sammy, around the ‘hood this giant, half dog, half wolf, half bodybuilder that was too busy lifting weights to bother with learning fractions came barreling around the corner and Sammy gave me this precious look like “You’re going to protect me, right?”
In my best attempt at cross-species communication, I looked at him as if to say “Strength is not my strong suit. I was on the debate team, the geography club and the track team so I can try to convince him that eating us is a bad idea, I can suggest he move to a location with the highest density of dogs or we can get the heck out of here, your pick.”
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