Holy F…!

For weeks now I’ve been taking the tram to work, and every time I get out at a nice restaurant, close to my work, called Dos. Across from Dos, there’s an apartment on the ground floor, that has a rather large window, with a window-seat. In that window, there is a stuffed dog. And those of you who know me, know that I find stuffed animals hilarious, a la Scrubs. So today, I walk by, and what the hell happens…!? The dog moves! It moved! It’s not stuffed, it’s alive, and it’s been that way all along. That devious little rasckal had me fooled all along!

I knew that dog looked too good to be dead. Just to be on the safe side, I’m going to have a look again tomorrow. I’ll bang on the window if I have to, but that dog will move.