Is that I might be the devil.
So, Randy and I went to Petsmart on Saturday to get kitty food. There was a dog adoption event going on.
I went to see the puppies while Randy went to fetch the cat food.
There were about a dozen cages down the center aisle toward the back of the store. It was early, so there weren’t any people around the cages and the dogs were quiet.
I approached the first cage and as soon as the dog in the cage saw me, he started barking. Not a mean, snarly bark, but it wasn’t real friendly, either.
I scooted on by him as I obviously got on his nerves.
Ooookay, buddy. Good luck finding that forever home. You might want to adjust your attitude.
Then, the dog next to him looked at me and started barking.
Then, they all started barking.
Fucking hell, what is this?
Some of them went from barking to baying. Then, one howled.
I am not even kidding.
So, you know, I walked away. Because damn. And apparently, I am Damian from The Omen.
The dogs all stopped barking once I walked away.
I’m pretty sure that scientifically proves that I am the devil.
I had no idea. Sorry about all the pain, suffering and evil.
I went to see the kitties and they didn’t react to me at all. But that doesn’t mean much because cats.
I found a little white and gray tabby that wanted to come home with us, but cool heads prevailed. Well, actually, Randy reminded me that Alfie shits on the rug if we change his brand of food. What’s he going to do if we bring home another cat?
He makes a good point. Alfie is a little asshole. And he loves me to death, he sleeps curled up next to me every night. Which is just further proof. Of course, an asshole cat like Alfie is going to be drawn to the devil.
Oh, and when we were leaving Petsmart? There were a handful of people milling about the adoption dog cages and not a single dog barked.
Photo courtesy of Ben Kerckx.