Leave your dog in your car, get your balls deep fried.

Let me ask all of you dimwitted dog owners a question: Why in God's name do you do it? I mean, would you want spend extended lengths of time inside a super-heated green house (say, in the middle of August) not much larger than a coffin (note the irony) with a window cracked barely enough to pass a piece of paper through? My guess is a resounding NO. And that's minus all the hair you'd have covering your body. So why the f*** do I see so many of your dogs stuck in cars desperately panting for air and water whenever I walk though my neighborhood shopping center parking lot during those blazing days of summer?!

The answer is simple: You're all a**holes and, apparently, you're all too f***ing stupid to figure out that if the grocery store doesn't want Fido wandering around with you while you shop, the smart thing to do is to leave him home instead of subjecting him to a daily dose of microwave-oven testing. You know what would be great? Waiting at your car with a motherf***ing flamethrower so I could show you a thing or two about heat. I bet a little touch up like that would go a long way toward you getting the message. That and maybe a sock full of Ol'Roy to the nuts. Damn, I hate stupid people!

Unless your name is Dick Cheney, you have no business torturing animals, especially those we consider "best friends."