Bit of a long one.

Alright, so yesterday I was driving home from work down the higway when I came upon a huge traffic jam. It was a 3 way highway and the weird thing was the left lane seemed open but the two right lanes were absolutely clogged. I figured there must be some roadwork ahead or something. Anyways after 10 minutes of going the painful speed of a turtle that's slowdancing I still saw no pylon or any mention that the left lane was actually closed off... I decided fuck it, I'll give it a try see how far I come. As I slowly started speeding up, it seemed totally free suprisingly. Quited stunned by the fact no-one was using this lane I just kept on driving for about a mile or 2 when I got at the origin of the trafic jam. There was a funural procession with about 10 funeral cars in front and a man with his dog leading the way.

Not wanting to look like a complete asshole I slowed down and gave my condolences to the man.
Quite puzzled by the huge line of people following the funeral procession I couldn't contain my curiousity, I had to ask him. Who was the deceased? A famous person or something?
"Oh no, it's just my mother in law" he responded.
Ah.. I'm sorry to hear that, my condolences again with your loss.
"No worries, I always hated the old hag"
Being the (morbidly) curious basterd I am, I had to ask; What had happened with his MIL?

"Well you see, that's quite the story."

"To make sense of it, you have to know my dog has always been very sensitive about how I feel about people. And is quite overly protective."

I nodded and he continued.

"The old hag always used to comment on our house not being clean enough, that her daughter could have done way better than me, that my carreer was going nowhere, yada yada, she could keep it up for hours"

"So anyways, here was thanksgiving and somehow my wife still insists she eats with us, because her mother has no one else left. No wonder right? hah."

I grinned, as he was pretty much describing my own MIL. He continued the story

"So, here we are on thanksgiving a few hours in, I drank quite heavily just to sustain my sanity during the continues snide remarks and bitching overall. And then she made that one remark."

She said: "Have you thought about getting your son checked out yet? He hardly speaks any words yet and he's almost 2! He also looks a little retarded, it wouldn't suprise me to be honest"

"That one sent me over the edge man, I was ready to explode and oh boy did my dog sense it. Before I could react or anything he just jumped to her throath and bit it right open, nothing could be done. And alas, here we are."


Jezus, I said, that's quite the story indeed. Guess your dog is a really good boy, I joked.

"Haha, yea, I guess you can look at it from that way."

"hey uh...." I said pauzing a while overthinking it..

"Is there any chance....?"

"I could borrow your dog for a few days perhaps?"

"Yeah mate, sure thing." The man responded, "Just get behind in line."