Obese dog. I made my annual visit to Walmart today. In line. Checker is a three hundred pound female beast with dead eyes. My attention moves to a child in the customer service line petting a black.... Animal. I literally had to wait until its megalithic owner moved and revealed a tail before I could tell that it wasn't a pig. That's not hyperbole. It was a tall lab, but its dog gut was a mere nine inches off of the ground. By now my murdergland™ was pumping full force, and it took all that I had not to walk over and break it and its equally megalithic wife's legs. Poor dog was breathing, in an air conditioned store, like it had just run a mile. I esteem the dog more highly. Those flesh pyramids need to be ground into pig feed. Fuckers.