Dudes, like it's time to form a horsey union. Just look at the working conditions we have to put up with! I mean why should we have to wear all this stuff just so some human can have fun makin' us do all the hard work and for what?!! A lousy cube of sugar, a few carrots, maybe an apple once in a while is all we get for the effort. Wha's that all about anyway? Dam, like how 'bout a minimum riding time, or some kind of slidin' scale if I have to work 'specially hard carryin' Mr. Fatso around in ruff stuff? I mean like how 'bout some better treats or maybe install one of those beer meister thingies with a pizza delivered once or twice a week. Don't sound like a lot to ask for.....Anyway, this whole thing flared up late today 'cus my owner stops by 'round 6:00 and wants to go ridin'. Yo, genius, like the sun is settin' dude and I'm off the clock. Ain't my fault you didn't come by earlier. That didn't get me anywhere so I ended up haulin' his old butt around the park risking life and limb so's he can decompress from a hard day at work....like I didn't have a ruff day myself. You wouldn't believe what my schedule looks like.
Well, don't do no good to bitch 'bout it 'cus nobody listens anyway. But you get the issues here right? Good. So now I can rest easy knowing that.
What ever happened to that Hoffa dude anyway?
Ciao babies......T
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