I don't have much respect for mail carriers.
That may sound harsh to some, but it's part of my DNA.
The animosity goes back to the beginning of time. Back to the days we protected the opening of our owner's cave. Even then, when Kliff came to deliver stone letters sent from afar, he'd taunt us by throwing Brontosaurus bones at our muzzles.
Yes, the same Brontosaurus bones that are as deadly to dogs as grapes are.
Things haven't changed much since then. But maybe they should.
As I type this...
Published on August 10, 2011 18:18