Dog Shows and Hairy Dogs
I'm sitting at my parents house watching some dog show on Animal Planet and every time I see a pretty little fluffy ball of hair prancing around the judging field, I imagine the first thing I'd do if I had such an animal would be to shave it.
Seriously, who wants a walking ball of hair like that? You can't see the damn dog, save for it's nose and eyes.
I don't want to be playing with my dog and find the keys I thought I'd lost several weeks earlier stuck in its fur.
And who would want to constantly be brushing their dog's coat? It cracks me up to see the trainers who keep having to whip out the brush and fix the dog.
If a stray breeze changes your dog from a champion into an unforgivable mess, well, that's not a dog, that's just a chore.
Ahahaha, the announcer keeps saying how much he likes this bitch and that bitch. (Yes, I'm five. :P)
Seriously, who wants a walking ball of hair like that? You can't see the damn dog, save for it's nose and eyes.
I don't want to be playing with my dog and find the keys I thought I'd lost several weeks earlier stuck in its fur.
And who would want to constantly be brushing their dog's coat? It cracks me up to see the trainers who keep having to whip out the brush and fix the dog.
If a stray breeze changes your dog from a champion into an unforgivable mess, well, that's not a dog, that's just a chore.
Ahahaha, the announcer keeps saying how much he likes this bitch and that bitch. (Yes, I'm five. :P)