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I have filled the landfill with many strays who mate in the greenhouse, piss and shit in the flower beds, and make a nuisance of themselves. I remember reloading downstairs, watching one come up to the basement window and spray it. His final mistake.
I used to pretend I was lion hunting as a wee bairn when I would take a single shot .22 to the dump. The tom struts, king of his domain, yowling his fierce call of the jungle, the wild. Lo, his challenge is answered as the Great White Hunter, fearing no man or animal, is coming...my Dog is an apt sidekick at this. He may be old, but he is fast when he wants to be and a warrior in his soul. He has the battle scars and has lain ruin to many a caterwauling feline. In a pack or on his own, he is ever the clever sumbitch. I once watched him creep through the shadows (he is dark brown colored - I think he thinks critically here), slowly and slink to position where he strikes and often at least gets a mouthful of hair.
Aside from keeping the garage free of mice (the job of only one cat, his existence I subsidize by ruining his competition and leaving him in the garage during the winter), they are generally useless when it comes to practicality, aside from what subjective usefulness you may ascribe to them. E.g. all the bullshit around about how clever and cute cats are to the point of conjuring up scenarios and stories of their greatness.
I may love my dog dearly, and will probably send him to Valhalla in a flaming boat when he dies. As great as he is, I never talk too much about him and along with the cat people, I cannot stand to listen to dog lover bullshit. Most dogs are not that special. Mine won't even shit in the woods. It's retarded. Shut up about pets already. Unless he is pulls Timmy from a well or speaks English, BFD.
I just peed all over the parade I know, but it's better than pepper spray. I declare War on Fun.
I used to pretend I was lion hunting as a wee bairn when I would take a single shot .22 to the dump. The tom struts, king of his domain, yowling his fierce call of the jungle, the wild. Lo, his challenge is answered as the Great White Hunter, fearing no man or animal, is coming...my Dog is an apt sidekick at this. He may be old, but he is fast when he wants to be and a warrior in his soul. He has the battle scars and has lain ruin to many a caterwauling feline. In a pack or on his own, he is ever the clever sumbitch. I once watched him creep through the shadows (he is dark brown colored - I think he thinks critically here), slowly and slink to position where he strikes and often at least gets a mouthful of hair.
Aside from keeping the garage free of mice (the job of only one cat, his existence I subsidize by ruining his competition and leaving him in the garage during the winter), they are generally useless when it comes to practicality, aside from what subjective usefulness you may ascribe to them. E.g. all the bullshit around about how clever and cute cats are to the point of conjuring up scenarios and stories of their greatness.
I may love my dog dearly, and will probably send him to Valhalla in a flaming boat when he dies. As great as he is, I never talk too much about him and along with the cat people, I cannot stand to listen to dog lover bullshit. Most dogs are not that special. Mine won't even shit in the woods. It's retarded. Shut up about pets already. Unless he is pulls Timmy from a well or speaks English, BFD.
I just peed all over the parade I know, but it's better than pepper spray. I declare War on Fun.