After I dropped the kids off at school this morning I noticed I was running low on gas, so I dropped by the gas station to fill my car up. When I got there, there was a good ol’ boy in a pickup truck filling up across from me.

He had a beautiful blue tick hound in the back of his truck, and he and I chatted a bit about what an awesome dog Flash was. Just as he and I were chatting, a woman came around the corner of the pumps in a Hummer and clipped the bumper of the guy’s pickup truck, knocking the truck hard enough that the gas pump came out of the truck and Flash, freaked out, jumped out of the truck.

The guy just absolutely lost his mind. He started screaming at the woman who had hit him, who had stopped to assess the damage. My gas was finished pumping, so I took care of my car and started to drive away. But then I saw Flash drinking gasoline from the puddle on the ground. Ack, ack, ack.

So, I stopped my car, rolled down the window, and said to the guy who was still yelling at the woman, "Hey, your dog is drinking gasoline!"

He turned around, and the dog just took off running. He ran all over the gas station. No wonder he called the dog Flash- Flash is one fast dog.

Then all of a sudden, the dog just fell over.

Luckily, he wasn’t dead. He just ran out of gas.

APRIL FOOL!

It’s an oldie, but a goodie anyway.