Squirrel and Popeye are the Brians' treasured pugs."Wait, what do you mean?"
"She stole a sandwich from a passed out hobo and ate it! At the park this afternoon."
When I pointed out to the Brians that their rich dogs are stealing food from foodless hobos, Brian L. immediately started digging through their pantry. All of a sudden, he starts lining up granola bars.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh my god, he's making a hobo snack pack."
In addition to granola bars, we decided minty gum would be good, because hobos rarely have fresh breath, a juice box, some toilet paper, chapstick and a triangle of cheese...for protein.
While dog food jokes were certainly made, "Since Squirrel ate his food, we should give him Squirrel's food!" we decided letting your dog steal from a hobo was bad enough.
Brian then decides to give it to the hobo right then and there, knowing exactly where said hobo sleeps it off all day and night.
"But you know, it's down that ravine. I can't really get down there."
"What are you going to do? Throw it at him?"
"Well, I could toss it."
We sat down to our lovely dinner, which did not include cheese squares and Brian plotted his delivery.
When we met up for Happy Hour last night, I asked the Brians if they gave the hobo snack pack to their victim.
"Nope. I didn't do it today."
"It was raining..."