Why are Dog Lovers, Lying Filthy Animals?
Talk to a dog lover. Watch a dog lover, they call their pet’s fur babies. Tell me this tho, what type of parent, loving, and or logical, (they are not a packaged deal), drives with their baby sitting in their lap? No, I’m not talking about the occasional fun, loving, bonding session, one minute from home allowing their excited child to sit on lap and pull into the driveway.
Noooo! I am talking about driving on main roads, the highways, dog-on-lap, shoulder, dashboard, everywhere a baby, child, whatever pet name is given, is NOT supposed to be in a moving car. What kind of… Who the…? What the… Where are the police when you need them? And they are the last people I ever want to see.
A guy I know, lets his dog, spread its genital licking, shit eating tongue across his face and lips, but gets upset when his wife asks for attention. He learned to keep their playtime private, but men are creatures of habit, the same as all women- if they date men are dog lovers. This guy would allow coddle his adult dog for defecating floors when excited or in trouble and berate his children when they became tense from his erratic behavior and spilled food or a drink.
Children who would lie to avoid trouble, and thought he was too old to see through their young bullshit. He would wonder, do they think it smells different when I say it? He began pinching his nose as soon as they opened their mouths. Sometimes, his intention was to make them cry, so they could see the pain of watching old dad’s screw-ups repackaged as a new, never-seen-before gift.
Needing to cleanse himself and and freshen up his stale relationship, he decided to do something scarcely seen like a fat man penis. But since he knew how to work it and was eager to see if it was still able to function, he took his lady on a date. He donned the old man out of touch attire, snug collared shirt, jeans, shoes, too much cologne. His best old watch and a strut that asked please don’t judge, this is my cool walk I use to cover my hurting feet crunched in my snug shoes.
He stood out like a lonely businessman in a strip club. What they understand however, why they go, why they don’t care about teasing, is what keeps the world jealous; Money gets the honey, and the more you have, the more they can spread their sticky thickness on as many beds, mouths, stomachs, their grubby sausage fingers can manage to convince someone to marry for a few sweaty minutes. Cash up front of course.
They went to a restaurant, a pot or two above fast food. A place where aging types fit in. A perfume shop filled with made up couples, drinking away problems they need to face. They ate. They drank, talked, people watched. Avoided couples with similar flaws. This task was easy and difficult for many reasons. Simply put, they were all trying to escape their lives trapped at home.
They dove deep into full, cold glasses. Drinks spilling and splashing like waves. They exited, burping, coughing to gain composure and left a great tip. One their server and babysitting manager who politely cut them off, in the politest way possible-handing them their check before they asked along with bread packaged to go- would never forget.
They drove slowly and careful, which seems to be a current theme in the lives of people who make poor decisions. They were enjoying a world to themselves. A peace that brought boredom, bringing hunger. They began to taste each other’s flesh. Her chin on his shoulder, lips kissing his ear and neck.
Her hands, on his belly chest, his on her… um, tits, heavy handfuls. She slid down and over to his lap. Grabbing and shifting him out of his pants. He slid his seat back. She used her left hand to grip and shield her face from his shirts belly buttons.
She slurped and chowed on his bone. He closed his eyes and sighed.
The last thing he felt was a cop covering his gravel burnt stomach to stop the birds from pecking teeth out of his dick. The last thing he saw was the K9 nosing and sniffing his dead ladies’ catnip. The last words he heard was the officer saying, “FILTHY FUCKING ANIMALS.”
-AM
