An old room mate of mine was similarly safety conscious. When I took him fishing he insisted it was safe for HIS dog, an energetic, white German Shepard appropriately named Jock, to ride in my boat while we drove to the lake. "Not a great idea", I say. "Nope", he replies, "MY dog is cool." We'd see.
We almost made it. Slowing down on the last little stretch of dirt road was just too much for an eager young Jock. Yep, he jumped. Luckily we were traveling under 30 mph. He hit pretty hard, but survived with only some road rash, and or course, a look of embarrassed denial on his owner's face.
Jock only lasted another year. He was electrocuted while chained up to his owner's single wide trailer that was improperly grounded by this accomplished DIY'er. A quick and merciful death compared to a long life with that knucklehead. RIP Jock. Now you're riding shotgun for the Big Guy in the sky.
An old room mate of mine was similarly safety conscious. When I took him fishing he insisted it was safe for HIS dog, an energetic, white German Shepard appropriately named Jock, to ride in my boat while we drove to the lake. "Not a great idea", I say. "Nope", he replies, "MY dog is cool." We'd see.
We almost made it. Slowing down on the last little stretch of dirt road was just too much for an eager young Jock. Yep, he jumped. Luckily we were traveling under 30 mph. He hit pretty hard, but survived with only some road rash, and or course, a look of embarrassed denial on his owner's face.
Jock only lasted another year. He was electrocuted while chained up to his owner's single wide trailer that was improperly grounded by this accomplished DIY'er. A quick and merciful death compared to a long life with that knucklehead. RIP Jock. Now you're riding shotgun for the Big Guy in the sky.