All dogs go to heaven

I know that I have graced you readers with a few good tales in my time abroad, however I feel that they may all be forgotten after I speak of these next two incidents. I shall ease you into story time with a simple observation I made two days ago.

I was walking down the street with Alicia, Allie, and David, past a small grassy knoll with park benches. This may sound nice but I've heard it described as 'the place where the tramps hang out'. on this particular occasion there was one of these 'tramps'- I prefer the words hobo, vagabond, or lost sole- lying on a bench with a bottle in a brown bag beside him. He was "sleeping". Just as we passed an old man with a cane- most likely of tramp staus as well-was wondering towards the "sleeper". We then watch the elderly man approach sleeping beauty, pick up the brown bag, shake it around and then take a huge gulp. Then he poked sleeping tramp with his cane, and walked away. I guess he was just thirsty.

Story number two is in a whole other ball park. It comes to me via my friend Sarah. She comes to me at work and says ya I saw a friend of mine last night and she had a black eye. I asked here was she had a black eye and she says well let me tell you. Well Sarah's friend helps an elderly couple take care of their dog- a lab- by walking it and that sort. one day she took the dog out for a walk in a slightly more woodsy area. Well unfortunately the dog must have eaten some berries or some how contracted something terrible, because they day after the poor dog died. The girl felt super guilty and told the couple she'd help in anyway she could. The couple said they didn't really know what to do with it now, so the girl called up the vet who told her to bring the dog down and she would then deal with it. The girl thought great will do, now how am I going to get the dog there.

Basically her only option was going to be to take the bus. I know it sounds terrible but really the bus is a pretty good option, whatever the decision was made it was going to be dog-public-transportation-hurse. So the girl says yes I'll take it to the vet but in what. I know says the old lady I have this large suit case. Great says the girl, that won't be hard to get on the bus either.

So the dog is put in the suit case and the girl ventures out to catch the next bus. Problem- this dog is heavy-times 1 million. The bus arrives and she struggles to get the dog on. Not to worry I man steps up and says he'll help- shes a little worried and says no no its really heavy don't worry. He doesn't take no for an answer and helps her then say ya that really is heavy, whats in it. she responds with a clever- oh you know cd's and dvd's cause I'm moving flats. Hes like cool I see now why its so heavy. She then proceeds to try and get off the bus. The guy is like oh I'm off at this stop too, let me help you again. So he gets the suitcase off the bus for her as the bus pulls away. The man then punches her in the face and takes off with the suit case. Lets take an intermission and think about what just happened. A man, punches a girl in the face and take off with her suitcase, which he thinks is the best score ever because its filled with electronics, but is actually containing a dead Labrador. What I would give to know what happened after that on his end. The story ends with the girl telling the elderly couple that the dog was cremated- in the suitcase- and the vet took care of it all.

Only in Scotland