The Chihuahua

My spousal unit and I were sitting at a stoplight today, waiting for it to turn green, when all of a sudden we heard barking coming from the truck next to us. I looked over to see a little Chihuahua standing on the driver’s lap, staring at me, teeth bared viciously, and a crazy look in his eyes. The driver was looking at me too, and when I caught his eye, he pointed to the dog as if to say, “It was him.”

I turned to my spousal unit and said, “I’m glad he told me it was the dog. I was about to ask why the driver was barking at me.”