he who barks first...

in the gym parking lot. walk over to the deathcab. throw my clothes and such in the backseat. turn around. notice a dog in the car next to me. quiet. hasn't noticed me yet. decide to take the initiative and start barking at him before he has a chance to return the favor. "grrrr.... bow-wow-wow!!" i paw at his window. foaming at my mouth. get him all riled-up. he was hopping around like a mexican jumping bean. or a chihuahua. think he wet the front seat.