Sunday, January 29, 2012
2. Dogs. Hate. Crutches.
I guess from their level my crutches resemble steel robot legs. Skinny, cold, terrifying, robot legs. This is the only explanation for the choruses of barking I have been met with when I’ve been out in the world this past week. As we know, there is little that truly terrifies dogs more than the idea of a robot-led apocalypse. I think it’s because the pooches know that their adorable faces will have no affect on their new robot masters. Their plaintiff whines and slobbery kisses will do nothing to ingratiate them to the T-1000s, who will rule our streets literally with iron fists. If anything, the machine overlords won’t stand for their high-pitched doggy voices or their rust-creating doggy slobber. When you really think about it, the dogs potentially have more to fear about robots taking over then humans do. So all things considered, I have to respect the dogs for standing their ground with me. Fight the power you brave little canines…fight it.