Stupid Human Tricks

I cannot wait to tell you about one of the stupidest comments I’ve ever heard!  Beagle Man says the kid must have been super drunk.  Robby’s sure he was high.  I just think he was really, really dumb.  Anyway, B-Man and I had just reached the USC campus at about 6 o’clock Friday night, after over 3,200 miles of driving. Robby and I did our

hugs and smooching, I peed and pooped in front of the Teke house, right on cue “like a good, good boy” (another story coming up on “peeing on cue,” when I get some more space . .), and Robby started walking me down fraternity/sorority row — probably so those hot sorority chicks would stop us and say, “Oh, your dog is so cute!”  Anyway, this loud, happy, slobbery guy comes up to us, starts fondling my ears, and says, “Dude, your dog is awesome!  His ears are so soft!  And big!  You know, you can tell how big a dog is gonna be by the size of his ears.  Seriously.  Dude, your dog is gonna be huge!!!” So Robby says, “I doubt he’s gonna grow too much more.  He’s 10 years old.”  What a great put-down! I doubt the guy even got it, though.  He was too drunk/high/dumb to have any idea what was going on.  You can tell how big a dog is going to be by the size of his ears!  Good one.  So I suppose all basset hounds will grow to be bigger than St. Bernards?  Definitely remind me to tell you the story about peeing on command when we have a minute . . .

I plan to write The Roof Rack Report for this blog (#roofrackreport on Twitter, for those who follow me already on @BeagleManHank) as often as I can while we’re on the road.  Provided, of course, I get my necessary allotment of food & sleep .