There I found one of my high school friend with his dog and we started talking about the weather.
Both of us had left our dogs running in the park and went to take a beer to the close park pub.
The time run very fast and we didn't realize it was so late.
I had to speed up. take the subway and come back home within 30 minutes because that day was my wife birthday and I should had taken her to a famous italian restaurant.
It's been only when I arrived at home that I reallized that the dog was the one of my friend, not mine.
A man was leaving the house immediately after drinking a morning coffee, when he stopped to observe a strange funeral, with a strange result, which was heading to a nearby cemetery.
There was a funeral car, opened the black funeral, which followed some fifteen feet from another car funeral black. Behind the second car was a man dressed in funereal black, alone, who followed the coffin with a Pit Bull dog on a leash. Soon after there were about 200 men who followed the procession in single file.
The man could not resist the curiosity and, very respectfully, approached the man with the dog and said:
"I'm very sorry for your loss, and I understand that is a bad time to disturb, but I've never seen a funeral like this. What kind of funeral?"
The man in mourning began to explain:
"The first hearse is for my wife."
"And what happened?"
"My dog has attacked and killed her"
"And who's in the second carriage?"
"My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned and attacked her."
The two men spent a few moments of silence, intense and full of thoughts.
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One day I brought my dog to the park.
There I found one of my high school friend with his dog and we started talking about the weather.
Both of us had left our dogs running in the park and went to take a beer to the close park pub.
The time run very fast and we didn't realize it was so late.
I had to speed up. take the subway and come back home within 30 minutes because that day was my wife birthday and I should had taken her to a famous italian restaurant.
It's been only when I arrived at home that I reallized that the dog was the one of my friend, not mine.
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Man's Best Friend
A man was leaving the house immediately after drinking a morning coffee, when he stopped to observe a strange funeral, with a strange result, which was heading to a nearby cemetery.
There was a funeral car, opened the black funeral, which followed some fifteen feet from another car funeral black. Behind the second car was a man dressed in funereal black, alone, who followed the coffin with a Pit Bull dog on a leash. Soon after there were about 200 men who followed the procession in single file.
The man could not resist the curiosity and, very respectfully, approached the man with the dog and said:
"I'm very sorry for your loss, and I understand that is a bad time to disturb, but I've never seen a funeral like this. What kind of funeral?"
The man in mourning began to explain:
"The first hearse is for my wife."
"And what happened?"
"My dog has attacked and killed her"
"And who's in the second carriage?"
"My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog turned and attacked her."
The two men spent a few moments of silence, intense and full of thoughts.
"Can I have borrowed the dog?"
"Get in line."