I once dreamed of living in LA. I also once took a United States Postal Service exam. The latter wasn't a dream, just what was in those pre-internet days a practical goal of job security and a good pension. I got 60%, enough to pass the exam but it didn't put me high on the list, so I was never hired. Actually, I'm surprised I got that good a score, as a portion of the test required memorizing addresses. I can barely remember my own! Anyway, had I gotten a job as a mailman, it would have been in Cleveland, not Los Angeles, and that may have been a good thing if the above chart is any indication, as it would have meant 40 less chances of getting bit. Finally, I ask that you not judge canine mailman-phobia too harshly. According to cartoonist Gary Larson, it may someday be our only hope:
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Thursday, June 4, 2026
Saturday, August 10, 2024
Domestic Affairs
This father of two owns a cat. If that wasn't sufficient enough to balance the ticket, there's also a dog, Scout:
I think the Labradore mix is just an ally. After all, he's been fixed.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Blog Verite: See Spot Run
On my way over to the library I saw a dog taking a pee against a fire hydrant.
I thought that kind of thing only happened in cliches.
I thought that kind of thing only happened in cliches.
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