We need to spread the word about garbarge trucks. Why? Because THEY. SCARE. ME.
I might look similar to a Rottweiler, which is supposed to mean I’m tougher than Fifi (and trust me, I AM tougher than Fifi)…except when it comes to garbage trucks. They’re loud! Big! Can run me over! Why aren’t more dogs scared of these things??
I want to spread the word. How, though? Taking to the streets barking hasn’t worked out so well, ’cause garbage days are WAY too frequent in the South End. Posting fliers at the MSPCA might be okay, but that seems sort of old school, and the whole lack of opposable thumbs also presents an issue.
Hmmm…I need something fresh. New.
I work hard each day (okay, okay, I come to work each day—maybe working hard is not quite accurate). But what I do hear from under the table in these meetings is that this whole social media thing seems to be the cat’s pajamas…the bees knees, if you will.
They say that with the right message and approach I can quickly spread my thoughts around and even get instant feedback from my peers.
That’s it! I’m taking to the social media superhighway:
Dogs of the world! I bark out loud! Online! Come join me in my social media revolution! Let’s see how fast we can warn our species of these dang garbage trucks! Twittering, Facebooking, blogging—oh my, this is exciting!
(Cats, well, you can fend for yourselves. Go find some week old sushi scraps or find new layouts for each others Myspace pages.)
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Don’t mess with FiFi. That said, I should probably not admit that big, empty trash bags blowing across a parking lot scare the living daylights out of me.
Woof woof!
Hey dog breath,
Why are you so fearful of garbage trucks? Have you ever been struck, mauled, attacked or otherwise harmed by one? You should be more afraid of things that you can’t hear and see coming towards you from more than a block away—like cats on MySpace. Be afraid. Be very afraid!
Sincerely, Kerouac, posthumously