The only time i have ever had trouble with stupid mothers i found that getting louder than they are and making them understand that they are bad mothers worked. when being attacked by a bully breed i don't fuck around and just floor the dog ninja style.
That being said most of the mothers around her expect strangers to discipline their children around strange dogs. and most of the pit bull owners around here call their dogs back after and elbow drop.
So here's the deal. about 2 months ago we lost 2 cats within about 6 hours of each other. One was hit by a car the other had gotten into something in my basement (goober doesn't go in there). 3 days later our 15 year old poodle had spinal problems (after some steroids she was OK). Now, if there is anything wrong with any of our animals I go crazy. My wife and I cannot have children without medical intervention, so for the moment our pets are all we have.
Goober stole all the other dog's breakfast and dinner yesterday now he won't eat his dinner, has diarrhea and just threw up. We know he is very sensitive to his food so could this cause it? Also he had a new brand of wet food yesterday.
dogs evovled eating the rotten, smelly garbage at the outskirts of human camps. I'm sure that fresh, cooked fish skins are fine. Unless there's like sharp scales or pointy things to stick in their throats.
Goober sleeps by my feet. I don't know how he stands the smell. It also gets annoying when my wife and the other dogs pile on the bed and the restless leg syndrome is acting up.
Goober yodels when he hear the poor abused puppies cry on that K9 cops show.
As I am sure I have previously stated, I don't live in the best neighborhood. But the thing I really love is that the bodegas on each corner of my block let me bring Goober inside the store.
So here's the story: I took Goober out for his evening walk and stopped in at one of the bodegas. I bought a 40 and chatted with the clerk for a while (my spanish is mearda, but he helps me along) as I drank. When I left Goober pinched a loaf on the stoop of the store. So I picked it up in the bag the beer came in. When I finished the beer I put it in the bag with the poop. As I turned the corner one of the kids who lives in the house there ran up, snatched the empty beer, and ran off.
This is what I heard:
patpatpatpat. pat. pat…..pat "What the f$$$?!?"
It turns out I actually know that kid by name and a few days later he apologized to me.