I like dogs, a little. I even own a dog, though I will tell folks that "it" belongs to my kids. I have a problem, however, with people who put that stinking ass dog on a pedestal higher than all of the important things around it. One of the funniest things I have EVER seen in my life (and you know I keep my eyes open) was a sticker placed OVER another bumper sticker, on the back of a Volvo in Atlanta. The car's owner had placed one of those "I (heart) MY BORDER COLLIE" bumper stickers out back, to show all passers by just how miserable his little life was. Some savvy jackass in "the ATL" had purchased another sticker, shaped like the heart, and even the same color. Across the heart sticker/overlay, it said "FUCK". This completely changed the meaning of the sticker, but only to the dog's owner. Because, when I see those stickers, I KNOW that I am following a real life dog fucker. I'm just saying, get a dog- love it, and take it every where you go. Hell, leave it a spot in your will if you want. But don't lose your mind over the damn thing. If you find yourself buying clothing or jewelry for the animal, get a God Damn hobby. Find a bum somewhere, and take up the task of rehabilitating him/her. Organize your garage, but just do something. We are waging a war overseas, that most folks THINK is about oil, or religion, or some shit. I think that two thirds of this planet hate Americans because of the following:
This is a Pea coat for a dog.
This is a pearl necklace, for a dog.
This folks, is a man who is about to fuck his dog. The dog knows it, and you can see that in it's eyes. Why else would the guy spend hundreds on dressing the dog up?
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