The Racist Dog

My mom's neighbor had a beautiful german shepherd who weighed about 300 pounds. One day the neighbor comes over and tells us that her dog died. How very sad. The next day she comes over again and proceeds to tell us that she was sitting in her living room when she saw a "colored" man walking across her backyard. "Great, where is this going?", I thought. She says that she was sad because had her dog been there, she would have barked at the man because "she didn't like colored people." Wow, that's classy. Not only was her dog racist (not her, of course), but apparently it's 1952 and we are still using the term "colored".