|!| Rescuing: We Make It Up as We Go Along... |!|
Hey y'all. What's more fun than one dysfunctional rescuer? That's right. Two. This is a two-fer to say farewell to this past, crap-ass year.
"I got this dog two years ago outside of WalMart. Here recently, she killed a chicken. She's unspayed, has basic shots, and needs to go immediately please! But we don't want her to go to an unknown stranger around here so we thought we'd post on the internet; we don't want her to be discarded when she doesn't meet expectations (ignore that we are doing that very thing, kthx) and thought this would be the best way to avoid that! And did you see? My zoophile partner likes her sooooooo much he allows her into the house sometimes when the weather gets really bad! This one's a winnar!"
"But before we get into rehoming that dog, let's go into the fabulousness that is ME on the topic of DOBERMANS! Woo! Nevermind that even if I knew a damn thing, this post is about pit bulls and not Dobermans, leaving my misinformed bullshit entirely irrelevant - we're good at ignoring the things we don't like around here. Moving on. It is NOT a myth that Dobermans' brains and skullcases sometimes disagree on size! It's not, it's not, it's not, and here's my proof - my stepmom's family bred Dobermans and when they first started, several of their dogs had to be put down for dementia, aggression, seizures, etc.! But you can bet they persisted - because this NON-mythological trait is definitely something we want to pass along in a bloodline capable of producing it! You may now worship. You'll find my Doberman Awesomeness Altar next to the Cesar Millan Pedestal."
Hooer.