This is our eco-hearse, otherwise known as a Big Dummy. It carries beer, groceries, rocks, hula hoops, beer, severed limbs, camping chairs, dog crates, beer, and mannequins. The other day Levi rode home from work with the mannequins strapped to the Dummy, and he tells me he received zero whistles, honks, or thrown eggs, which is so completely strange. Okay, maybe you only get whistles and honks when you have boobs and legs. But, come on -- no eggs? Anyway, let us know if the upper half of your body ever needs a ride anywhere. Extra charge if you have arms and/or organs.
This is Henry -- he's the dog lying down keeping watch over the seventeen tennis balls he wrangled up from all four poop corners at the dog park. Not knowing that the collection was Henry's, I kicked one for Thelonious, who was soon stripped by ball hog Henry, who brought the little felt planet back to his stinky little doggy solar system. When Henry's owner told him it was time to go, he began packing tennis balls into his mouth like he was one of those Nerf cannons. He left approximately seven urine stains, one pile of stink, and fourteen tennis balls behind.
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