Attack of the German Dogs

Acquiring the German Dogs.

I always wanted to be an ostrich - until I uncovered the truth. My name is Adolf, I'm 13 and a half years old and I am an avid ostrich hater. And today I am traveling to the pet shop with my friend Jamahl to buy some dogs (and no ostriches). I got into my car and went to pick up Jamahl. He lives in the small caravan park with his mentally deficient parents. He always sleeps outside, I'm not sure why but I think it's because of that gas we accidentally leaked in his toilet last month. I think that's also why his parents are mentally deficient. Maybe Jamahl is a smart man for sleeping outside.

I pulled up to his house and he was trying to climb the tree across the road but he isn't a very good climber and fell off when he saw me. For a moment I thought he was dead, after a few minutes I was just about to drive off and pretend nothing happened but after a while I finally saw movement and turned the revving car off and waited for him to get up. He didn't seem to be able to walk so he slowly crawled across the road into the car, He said "o--o o pe ope-n the-do or" I replied angrily "Only if you don't complain about your legs on the way" ''o-kay". I contemplated if it was worth reaching over to the door but when he said he would call his parents over to mentally derange me I finally gave in and opened the door for him. Once he climbed in we drove off.

On the way we stopped at a gas station and asked for gas. Then we went to the pet shop. We got out and goose stepped to the door. We walked in and greeted the owner with a sincere Sieg Heil. "We would like to buy 3 German Shepherds" I announced. The owner looked at us weirdly and took us to the dogs and we followed proudly. "We will take them" Jamahl stated. We paid for them with money and put them in the back of our car.