I grew up thinking animal control was evil, because they collect all these animals and put them to sleep and oh the horrors, etc.
In Ponce, where I live, we’ve got these roving packs of stray dogs, which look a lot like the zombie dog in your story. That’s scary enough, but I’ve happened to internet too much, and turns out the majority of people killed by dogs each year are killed by packs.
So I’m like running along, trying to get to work at the hospital, and there’s this pack of roving dogs, and they decide they don’t like me. They all come charging, some of them loping, one of them screaming and baring its teeth and I’m thinking, “wow, I’m about to become a statistic.”
I got bit by a stray bulldog when I was little. It punctured through my right hand and I still have the scar. That dog clamped down so hard I practically dragged him to my house before he would let loose. I can certainly understand where you’re coming from. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
Assistance please!
Call the National Guard!
Wait till the UPS truck come driving by.
This could go on all day!
It was breve enough just to go after Gorr but Gorr and a dinosaur…
Gorr was just teasing them long enough to get some back up!
They’re gonna need a bigger truck.
Maybe even a fleet!
So, funny story about animal control.
Or, really, the lack of it.
I grew up thinking animal control was evil, because they collect all these animals and put them to sleep and oh the horrors, etc.
In Ponce, where I live, we’ve got these roving packs of stray dogs, which look a lot like the zombie dog in your story. That’s scary enough, but I’ve happened to internet too much, and turns out the majority of people killed by dogs each year are killed by packs.
So I’m like running along, trying to get to work at the hospital, and there’s this pack of roving dogs, and they decide they don’t like me. They all come charging, some of them loping, one of them screaming and baring its teeth and I’m thinking, “wow, I’m about to become a statistic.”
That’s when I realize I like animal control. 0_o
I got bit by a stray bulldog when I was little. It punctured through my right hand and I still have the scar. That dog clamped down so hard I practically dragged him to my house before he would let loose. I can certainly understand where you’re coming from. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
Now that’s what I call a bodyguard!
With a body bigger than two of those trucks!
Say hello to my GIANT friend.
You wanna play rough?! Okay!
It’s still Animal Control. Just a different animal is in control.
This critter ain’t extinct just yet!
Human control!
Some people need that!