My perfect job is.......
A dog walker.
I can just picture it, too. Me, being dragged along the street by a dozen barking dogs, all chasing after some poor rodent, getting pavement burns on any exposed skin, waving my pooper-scooper frantically in an effort to get rescued from a fate almost as bad as eating brussel sprouts (Side note: Brussel Sprouts are the Ultimate Evil in the known universe).
Either that, or I\'d get stuck taking care of a small herd of mexican rat-dogs (chihuahuas), all barking incessently until I popped their little ugly heads with a hammer.
(Actually, I get along very well with almost all animals)
A dog walker.
I can just picture it, too. Me, being dragged along the street by a dozen barking dogs, all chasing after some poor rodent, getting pavement burns on any exposed skin, waving my pooper-scooper frantically in an effort to get rescued from a fate almost as bad as eating brussel sprouts (Side note: Brussel Sprouts are the Ultimate Evil in the known universe).
Either that, or I\'d get stuck taking care of a small herd of mexican rat-dogs (chihuahuas), all barking incessently until I popped their little ugly heads with a hammer.
(Actually, I get along very well with almost all animals)