I went out to visit Kyle in Kalamazoo this weekend. The GPS took me on some outlandish path the way there after dropping the Ms. off in Muncie. I ended up having to go down a dirt road past some farms and a white dog chased my car most of the way down that road. The whole experience felt very much like Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
When I was en route from Kalamazoo back to Muncie, the GPS lead me on a much more... developed road. Near Fort Wayne I saw a dead rottweiler along the side of the road. I wondered who would let a dog like that play on the highway, but I didn't stop to check the tags.
This is probably such a canine-centric post due to the fact that Kate and I just got a puppy. The thing is needy as hell pretty well-mannered. Either way, it hasn't affected my daily routine too horribly much yet. I suppose we'll wait and see what happens a few months down the road.