today i had to take a pincushion away from Speck. a jesus christing pincushion! what a horrible idiot that dog can be sometimes. lovable, that’s for sure, but a god damned lousy imbecile.
y’know…? as much as i love dogs, and especially Speck, it’s survival of the fittest, and if this dog ends up killing hisself by eating a running jet engine or doing something else that’s incredibly stupid, i will be both mortified and relieved as well as brokenhearted.
what a god damn moron.
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He’s a puppy, right? I mean, how’s he supposed to know that shiny squishy thing isn’t good to chew on? He’s got to _learn_. Babies of various species tend to be fairly resilient, to compensate for stupidity, I think. Theeen, then either learn or die. Or something.
oh, he’s learning all right. last night he learned that lighters go POP! when you chew on them for too long. god damn lovable little moron.
my friends had a dog that used to eat rocks… that was a dumb dog. a very dumb dog, that ended up having to have the stones removed a couple of different times via surgury.
wow, that is pretty dumb. i love dumb dogs, though. all they wanna do is play and love. and have costly surgery. i hope Speck didn’t eat too many pins with the pincushion. that’s not a joke. he really was chomping on a fucking loaded pincusion. stupid idiot. (he woulda been whimpering if he actually ate a pin, though, i think.)
it’s telling that i call the DOG an idiot, while i can’t even spell pincushion.
Dogs are dumb. Cute, sloppy, funny, furry, floppy, jumpy, noisy, smelly, friendly… and dumb. But what’s dumber is pet hair allergies. We would have both a dog and a cat by now if it wouldn’t put E. in the hospital. So instead we go to the pet store every time we eat out at a local mall, and do a lot of “awww”ing.
wow, that sucks! ya’d think They could do something about that. aren’t there expensive pharmaceuticals now that help? or is she THAT allergic? man, life sure can teabag a muhfugga sometimes. i’m pretty happy with my allergies: i don’t have to mow neighbor’s lawns, and i never wanted to eat glorified bark (nuts, of which peanuts, praise jesus, ain’t) anyhow.