Your secret is out. You are not truly as evil as advertized. While you may think that the addition of a fearsome, slavering, sharp-toothed mammal to your household may make you seem tough, it has been noted that you have a soft spot for clever little mammals that enjoy snuggling.
Not to worry, however. I shall teach you how to implement the most heinous command known to the ears of Man: “MAMA! Sic BALLS!” Then you and your faithful – if slightly dippy - new companion shall be truly respected throughout all of Christendom.
**And in case it is ever in doubt – You are truly saving my butt on this one, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are now the guardian of my most cherished friend and companion, and quite thoroughly my hero.
Not to worry, however. I shall teach you how to implement the most heinous command known to the ears of Man: “MAMA! Sic BALLS!” Then you and your faithful – if slightly dippy - new companion shall be truly respected throughout all of Christendom.
**And in case it is ever in doubt – You are truly saving my butt on this one, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are now the guardian of my most cherished friend and companion, and quite thoroughly my hero.
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When we started dating, Zig had 2 Dobermans. I had one Pit Bull.
1. The pit bull has dog agression issues.
2. The adult Doberman has dog agression issues.
3. My brother (who initially asked me if he could keep the Pit Bull) has proven to be a DINGDONG and didn't find housing approved for pit bulls for the summer.
I had thought that my dog was safely living with someone who would love her forever, but while he is a very nice guy, my brother has not proven to be responsible enough to find HIMSELF housing.
We COULD try to keep the 3 dogs in the house, but they could NEVER meet, and that's VERY difficult to pull off in a house as small and old as ours... most of the doors don't latch - thereby making it VERY difficult to keep the "kids" separated. And if any of our "babies" were hurt, Zig and I would be devastated.
Thus, Trystan stepping in and offering to foster Mama until I can find her a permanent home with someone who will let me visit her from time to time has been a LIFE SAVER. Re-homing a pit bull on a week's notice is NERVE WRACKING. But Trystan is awesome and the day is saved.
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Glad momma's ok. I like that dog a lot, which is saying something. I don't often appreciate doggies as much.
Spending summers as a paper boy in the mountains will do that. ;-)
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Mostly she just does it to
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Thus she knows that she should politely wait for the reddot to move to an inanimate object before attacking again. (This has been tested on multiple occasions by people who thought it would be funny to shine the reddot on the Cat. The Cat would give you the DIRTIEST LOOK EVER, and the dog would just stand there whining and dripping drool on the cat until the dot moved...)
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I am so very glad she is past most of the puppy stage and into full-grown dogness.
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So, the back of the knee, the back of the neck, the Cat, the bottom of a bare foot, the kidneys...
Maggie is already 2, but persists in a good bit of puppy-ness. Particularly the flopity cuddly boneless snuggliness of puppydom. I don't mind... But sooner or later someone is going to have to explain to her that Dobermans are NOT lapdogs.
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