Here’s a story I can’t resist passing on.
A guy breaks into a house in Myrtle Beach on a Sunday morning. The owner, a elderly woman, is at church. While ransacking her house the burglar is bitten by the woman’s pug dog. So he puts the dog in the oven and turns the oven on; props a chair against the oven door so the dog can’t get out. Dog dies. Yesterday, the burglar was sentenced to eleven years in prison.
Now, I’ve got to admit that I didn’t get all worn out about Michael Vick and the dog fighting stuff.
But, I’ve got to wonder about the burglar and the dog and the oven. I’m figuring that if there is a Heaven and Hell there has to be a special place in Hell for people who would do something like that. Like he’ll spend eternity cleaning up dog poop in Hell with the souls of bad dogs (that assumes that there is a dog Hell, too.) bitin’ him on the butt every time he bends over to pick up the dog poop. Karma.
Oh yeah, Jimmy Hendrix died 39 years ago today. Another happy note.
Have a great weekend…and pet a dog if you get the chance…or play Purple Haze.
See you Monday.