GANG WARFARE

Gangs have come to our neighborhood.

My foster mom (Jet) told me about gangs.  She says they are young troublemakers that hang out together and they often share a similar tattoo and/or group symbol.

The evidence is everywhere.  We found paint sprayed gang letters in one yard. It looked like a giant O and U. Jet said the gang was called the Sooners.  Another despicable display of this gang warfare in our neighborhood was a dead steer hanging upside down in front of one of the houses.  Jet says the Sooners hate the steer gang, called the Longhorns.

I wanted to call the ASPCA but Jet says that we would need a different type of intervention for these bad guys.  It’s hard to believe humans could do such cruel things to animals (even if they are stuffed).

So, here’s my lesson of the day…  If you see gang warfare like this going on in your neighborhood, Jet says call the ‘campus police’. Hmmm

Q Okay, the question of the day is from Spud who asked:  Why are humans always looking for answers for everything?

Dear Spud:

I’m afraid I don’t understand why humans need the answers to everything when asking questions (a dog’s way) is much more entertaining? – What's that smell? What dog pooped here? What’s that critter?  What could be more fun than asking questions all day?