When I walked by a police car this morning, the police dog started barking ferociously at me. Should I be concerned?
Seriously people, this really happened. And to make matters worse, the same thing occurred yesterday. Of course this made me super paranoid, which then made me walk faster, which then made me look super suspicious to the cop.
I have no idea why I’m paranoid. It’s not like I’m packing or selling or whatever the street lingo is for doing bad things these days.
Maybe the dog was hungry. Or possibly thirsty. To make things right between us, I’m thinking of bringing him a gift from Skate Dog Studios. I mean really, what police dog wouldn’t love a skate board dog bowl?
By the way, the police dog looked exactly the opposite of this not-so-bright-looking dog. Gawd I love me a dumb dog.
Do you think a gift would qualify as bribing a cop? I don’t want to go to jail. I’m thinking prisoners aren’t allowed to have Keratin treatments and eyebrow waxing. And no one needs to see me with curly hair and a unibrow. No one.