“On my block, a lot of people walk their dogs and I always see them walking along with their little poop bags. This, to me, is the lowest activity in human life. Following a dog with a little scooper. Waiting for him to go so you can walk down the street with it in your bag. If aliens are watching this through telescopes, they’re going to think the dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them’s making poop, the other one’s carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge?
I say, if this is where we’re at after 50, 000 years of civilization, let’s just give up…Let’s just say the human race as an idea didn’t quite work…We went to the moon but still somehow wound up carrying little bags of dog doody around with us. We just got mixed up somewhere. Let’s just give it over to the insects or whoever else is next in line.” -Jerry Seinfield
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North of the Ob river, fierce winds keep even daytime temperatures low, as this image of a sled dog illustrates, the nomadic Nenets of Siberia, 2011.
[Credit : Sebastião Salgado]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/1bfe9b14bb8b33517b2a9acba918cde2/tumblr_mf8qsc1WgV1r44q44o1_1280.jpg)
