B.D. and I stopped to get gas this afternoon on the way home from work. There was a couple at the pump next to us also getting gas. While the man was pumping the fuel, the woman took their dog for a walk toward the grass at the front of the station. There was a sign stuck in the grass, advertising that all kinds of lottery tickets were sold at the gas station. With no hesitation at all, the little dog walked determinedly right up to the sign and peed on it.
When B.D. got back in the car, he asked if I had seen the dog. I said, "Yeah, he must have lost last night in the lottery."
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