..mindin my own business, workin on the bike when this ****** dog comes wanderin into my backyard. He was just nosin around not really causin any problem so I continue with what I was doing and leave him be.
Well, I had drained the gas out of the tank so i could get rid of the rust and for the time being I just poured it into an old coffee can. Next thing I know I look around and this little ****** is actually drinkin the gas out of the can.
I thought to myself 'oh ******, lil bastard is gonna die and i'll end up with some fucked up lawsuit for killin the dog'.
Next thing i know he starts shakin like some crackhead whos all tweaked up, He kinda looks over at me like WTF. So now I dunno what the hell to do I just kinda stood there lookin at him.
All of a sudden he just freaks out and starts runnin laps around the yard as fast as he can go, I mean just all out balls to the wall, dust flyin behind him. He just kept goin lap after lap like he was lead car in some imaginary sportsman dirt track race.
So now I'm just dumbfounded standin there watchin the little ****** go, this goes on for a good 5 mins and all of a sudden WHAM!, he drops and doesnt get up.
so I walk over and he does seem to be breathin. So I scoop his ****** up and I throw him in the back of my car and haul his ****** to the vet down the street.
I tell the vet the whole story and he can hardly beleive what I'm tellin him.
So the vet checks him out and I hang around to see whats up.
The vet comes back out front and I said to him "So, is it dead?"
Vet says "Nah, He's ok, he just ran outta gas!"
