Fido

Since moving to florida I feel like many 80’s sitcoms before me I am developing an all to predictable catch phrase. I typically go to 1 of 2, the first being “what in the world?” or simply a loaded “why…” In this situation the latter. I guess I can understand the business model, some people are far to attach to the family pet dump it in an unmarked shallow grave on the closest piece of municipal property and would prefer to keep the ashes of the beast on the mantle. However, that’s all beside the point. The real issue I have with this infraction of general intelligence is the advertising scheme. This is the sort of thing that should be kept to the receptionist’s desk at a vet’s office, or relegated to the internet where the needy parties can find you. Not to mention the seemingly intentional absence of just what “best friends” are being roasted until the marrow boils out of their bones. Sure context clues let you know what’s going on pretty fast but this genius of industry subscribes to the reach out and grab’em school of advertising. You can’t really make it out in the pic but that little pink paw says “cremation” and I am sure you noticed the vanity plate. If I had to guess I would put money on these animals taking your recently deceased pet, skinning and eating it, and giving you the ashes from the two old lawn mower tires and newspaper they used to make filet’s of your dead pet beck in a Faded Glory shoe box with water stains.