People Who Need A Pet Sitter
People Who Need A Pet Sitter
Why I Avoid Anyone Who Owns a Schnitzel Dog
There are many unchain online lass games, one that is currently the rage has a cat chasing a Chihuahua.
People playing the halting can be the whip or they can be the dog.
There's further a phone rendition of the limping that women often artifice while their family shy knives at each fresh in the more room, or while they calamity through desist symbols without even slowing.
That disabled got me analytical about one of the major trained peeves in life: schnitzel dogs.
Everyone has a few warning hieroglyphics in people.
Something that, if they see a man do, or if they see a person with that attribute, makes them instinctively careful and decide that the man isn't all there or isn't wired right.
For me it's schnitzel dogs.
By that, I mean dogs shaped like a schnitzel.
I was in DC, living with four marines.
Let's logical talk no one picked a fight with us when we went to the bar.
Now you would reckon that a bunch of marines would keep a quarry bull, or German Shepherd, or Great Dane, or some dog with a least a smidgeon of bad ass in it.
The schoolboy that owned the house had two dachshunds.
I was housesitting for a few days while they camped, and couldn't go front I had to work.
The two dachshunds were in heat, the female's vagina had swollen to the point where it looked like a ripe strawberry.
The masculine chaser her around the habitat for hours on end, but she wouldn't grant it up.
I would hold held her down for him if it would hold shut him up.
From that moment on, I hated schnitzel dogs.
A few weeks, later, I came home early, and caught the innkeeper of the habitat and the dachshunds watching footage.
It was of an AC-130 Spectre flying gunship killing Iraqi civilians.
He was beating off to it.
Over the years, I met many more kin who owned tiny dogs, but never someone normal.
You always see their owners move schnitzel dogs into federal places, as if they are some kindly of protection decorate or something.
They'll put recognized on the mutts, labourer purl sweaters, ribbons in their hair, even tacky little hats.
They'll prattle to them, even take the dog in their arms like a baby.
Couldn't the article survive in the car for a few minutes? Sure it could.
Whether the whacked in the commander neurotic dog host could is a separate question.
The bark of a schnitzel dog is like fingers being scraped down a blackboard.
They bark incessantly, and often fluctuate like atoms while doing so.
One is reminded of royalty that inbred too much.
Even if I meet someone who I think is cool, when I see they posses a schnitzel dog, I run.
No problem how sane she seems, if she has a schnitzel dog, she's a psycho.
Bank on it.
These days when I see someone frittering away hours on one of those unchain online colleen games in which the horsewhip tries to peril the Chihuahua, I always think of schnitzel dogs.
If I was Bill Gates, I'd lease Adam Viniateri to be my fellow schnitzel neutralizer.
To just run up to any schnitzel I saw, and punt it so heavy it would latter up in low sett orbit.