At Uno’s this past Thursday, Max shared a hilarious anecdote with us, that I have in turn, repeated several times since. So, as blogs are what they are, I will tell it once more for all of you to read.
Max has this friend that had to dog sit and care for this dog while the couple who owned it were away. The first or second night she came back from school to check in on the dog. The dog was dead.
At this point I broke out laughing because I thought that was hilarious in an ironic kind of way and I also thought that was the end of the story. I mean, the girl was supposed to care for this dog and before she even got a chance, the dog was dead. But that wasn’t the end of the story!
Not sure what to do, she calls the vet. She tells the vet what happened and he tells her to bring the dog in for an autopsy. Now, she didn’t have a pet carrier or anything normal to put the dog in so she resorted to putting the dog in a duffel bag of some sort. (I’m laughing even harder at this point.)
Not only did she not have something proper to put the dog in, but she also didn’t have a car to take to the vet. She resorted to taking the subway while she carried the bag with the dog in it. (Tears are welling up in my eyes because I’m laughing so hard now.) At some point a man offered to help her with the bag and she acquiesced. He mentioned how heavy the bag was and asked what she had in it. Pausing, not sure what to say, she responded that it contained DJ equipment… the guy bolts with the bag, running off, unbeknownst to him, with a dead dog he thought was DJ equipment.
I nearly fell out of my chair at that. We are still waiting to hear the conclusion because the couple had yet to return and the girl still wasn’t sure what she was going to tell them.
Props to Max for that story.