David’s dad told me a story about one of his old friend’s dad or something.
He lived out in Alberta, in the prairies, and his dog was getting old. So naturally, in that culture, they were going to put the dog down. Without guns handy, I guess, which would seem to be the only way to find a sliver of logic in this story, he had an abundance of fucking dynamite. So, naturally, he strapped the dynamite to the dog, tying the dog to a fucking tree. He lit the fuses and then started walking away from the dog. expecting a show. He got far enough, and turned around to watch, only to see that the dog got loose and started chasing him.
Mental imagery, gogogo.
Canadian farmer being chased by a dog with live dynamite strapped to it.
LMFAO.
Anyways, he got out alive, but still, lmfao. Fucking terrible situation he put himself in.
of course david’s dad of all people told you that story.