"You shall not pass!" 166/365
The cracker channels his inner Gandalf every day on our walks when he leaps ahead of me, whips himself around, and sits as a soldier at attention while staring at me with resounding conviction. I have two choices. I can laugh it off, make him turn around and march forward. Or I can give into his attempt at extortion and pay the bridge toll.
But I am weak. Who wouldn’t cave into a shakedown by the cracker?
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