Theres an old man who walks up and down the highway with a dog.
He is not very well kept, nor is his dog. It is a big dog that goes up to his waist!
He doesn't keep him on a leash either.
The old man and the dog walk on the side of the highway at least three times a week. There is no shoulder on the side of the road, and the speed limit is 65 miles per hour.
I don't know where he's going or if he's coming from somewhere.
The thing is that every time I see him, I wonder about the same thing, how did he get that big dog?
In my case, I was just at the right place for the dogs, at the wrong time for me. So feeling sorry got the best of me.
How bout you?
Benedict Arnold 