There are certain things, actions, or events which threaten to upset the equilibrium of the universe. Occasionally they are seen in real time, and they are the most threatening.
Take for instance people who drive their cars with their doggy in their lap. Just the other day I was driving home from my psychiatrist. Our meeting had resulted in a breakthrough in dealing with my anger and phobias, when I spied this SUV with a dog's head stuck out the driver's window.
I'm not an animal hater. As we all know, there are a lot of dogs out there that should be driving the cars instead of people.
The driver is--almost without exception--middle- or upper-middle class, in an upscale car or SUV. The dog is typically named Princesss or Tifffanee, or a similar gutless name. The dog eats better food than anyone in a rotting third-world nation, and lives in a nice upper-middle-class home. No drafty doghouse for our Tifffanee. Awwwww......
The canines fit a profile too: Small and professionally groomed, white or light brown, and always with a ribbon or two tied around their neck. How about a dog sweater for the dear one!? Another thing: The beloved one is likely smarter than the driver. Hey, who's the one being chauffeured?
Really, do we love our dogs so much they have to be in our laps at all speeds up to 70 miles per hour? I love my kids, but when they were little I put them in the rear seat, well restrained.
When I got home I made an emergency appointment with my shrink.
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