As I sat eating my tuna fish sandwich I couldn't help but eavesdrop on two college students. This is the story:
Young man #1: So how is Bob working out?
Young man #2: Oh, he's doing great. He fits in perfectly; but I'm concerned about Ralph. He's acting all weird.
Young man #1: How so?
Young man #2: Well, I came back to the apartment yesterday afternoon and Ralph was just sitting in the yard staring at the picture window. He didn't acknowledge me at all.
Now I'm thinking. Meth. Cocaine. Mushrooms. The guy's on drugs.
Young man #2: So I walked over to Ralph and said, "Let's go in."
"Nice guy," I thought. "He's going to take care of his roommate."
Young man #1: Did he go in with you?
Young man #2: Yes, but once inside he ran over to Bob and bit him on the nose!
Holy crap! That's a clue; and I'm thinking "Did you call the police?"
Young man #1: What did you do?
Young man #2: I yelled, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
Good for you, young man #2. Kids on drugs are nothing but TROUBLE!
Young man #2: Yeah, I don't know what I'm going to do with Ralph. He's really weird these days. I'm thinking about taking him to the vet to see why he's acting so weird.
Young man #1: And Bob?
Young man #2: Bob is calm and playful and probably the best dog I've ever had.
Was I let down a little bit? Probably. I wanted to see what the police did to a drug-induced roommate who bit another roomate's nose. Oh, well. My imagination got me through my lunch.
End of story