Why we have pets…
Wait a minute, I meant to write, “Why do we have pets??”
posted by Fang Bastardson at 5:12 PM
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
About Me
- Name: Fang Bastardson
- Location: Nowheresville, Kansas
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
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4 Comments:
Oh my god. Bert, Linley and I laughed our asses off and watched it three times.
If you've taught that dog to do that on command, you are a very capable trainer. If it was spontaneous, it was genius.
Either way, you should fulfill Mason's dream and submit it to America's Funniest Home Videos.
7:59 PM
Oh, you even missed the best part. Because I was in a genuine panic, I didn't have the camera pointed at him as he pursued his first alternative—running the length of the house to the carpet in the front room and situating himself there to barf. It's the part near the end where I'm screaming his name in sixteenth-notes.
10:28 PM
Looks like you dodged a bullet there. (I hope.)
5:12 AM
Idaho offers lots of green barf spots it appears. Well done!
4:08 PM
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