No way zombies are passing up my famous homemade chili scent for a scruffy old mutt! But if they’re anything like door-to-door salesmen, my terrier’s yappy welcome would probably send them running (or shuffling) the other direction. He’s got this dramatic growl like he’s auditioning for a horror movie—it’s honestly a toss-up who looks more terrifying.
If the undead are looking for brains, they’re gonna be very disappointed with both of us on a Monday morning. But, honestly, my dog has been known to run into a patio door more than once, so maybe he’s safe on account of “lack of zombie interest.” At the end of the day, I’m thinking we’d both just hide under the table and let the cat handle it. She already thinks she runs the place anyway.
Anyone else secretly suspect their pets would just team up with the zombies for unlimited snacks?
