While driving through the sylvan little vale of Woodland Hills, I did an in-vehicle spit-take at this sign, screeching to a halt and backing up to shoot this photo.
Didn’t quite catch that? Here it is, close-up (click again):
No, that’s not some WWII military code. Blind Dog Wanders.
I kind of don’t understand this. How, exactly, does a responsible pet owner’s blind freakin’ dog end up “wandering”? I mean, does it just bonk repeatedly into walls and fences like a Roomba until it discovers some sort of egress, and then emerges into street level, to “wander”?
“Honey, where’s Princess?”
“I don’t know, darling, she must be out wandering again.”
This makes absolutely no sense to me, and therefore, I think it’s totally awesome.
Spotted on MacFarlane Drive in Woodland Hills.