O' Cripy, Where Art Thou?

Ok, I'm a dog lover. I've had dogs all my life, and I couldn't imgine the pain of having one run away or go missing.

That being said, if you name your dog Cripy, don't you deserve to lose your dog?



Let's analyze, shall we?

1. You named your dog after a strength/strain of marijuana. (Or maybe the dog is actually crippled/handicapped? One leg missing? Either way, it's just WRONG!)


2. Assuming you DID name your dog after pot, you spelled Crippie WRONG! The way you spelled it should be pronounced Cry-Pee. (Oops - maybe they ARE looking for Cry-Pee? Damn!)


3. Please take note that these posters were hung on a Walgreen's wall. Said Walgreen's backs up to a trailer park (not to alienate anybody, but we all know where this was going...)

If, by chance, anybody does find "Cripy," and is not violently harmed by this scared, confused dog, please call the number on the poster. Tell them that Cripy's gone, and care for the dog in a loving, caring home.

And, for the love of God, change the dog's fucking name!

(A huge thanks to TrippMD for remembering to take this picture, as I actually forgot! Must've been too much "cripy" back in the day...)


-El Capitan