I love dogs, but I might need to make an exception...

So at my office, I sit in one of the desks that faces the door and I can plainly see outside.

A guy just tied up his dog (really nice looking golden retriever) onto a post so he could go into the deli next door. The dog then proceeds to drag his asss across the cement (I think that means he has worms? Or maybe just an itchy arse!). Anyway, to make matters worse, as the dog gets going with the dragging, he gets a woody!!! A stiff one!!! Ahhhh!!

So to recap, there's a dog with a hard on scratching his asss in front of my job. GREAT way to start my day huh?
Where's my flask when I need it most???