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e event right here is high on my list of ridiculous shit. People who, may or may not, like one another setting up meetings for their dogs to “play”. Give me a small break please. First of all the dogs aren’t nearly as smart as people give them credit for. It isn’t like they really remember the other dog, or what a great time they had the last time they played together. What do people think goes through the dogs heads?
e event right here is high on my list of ridiculous shit. People who, may or may not, like one another setting up meetings for their dogs to “play”. Give me a small break please. First of all the dogs aren’t nearly as smart as people give them credit for. It isn’t like they really remember the other dog, or what a great time they had the last time they played together. What do people think goes through the dogs heads?Owner: C’mon boy! I’m taking you to play over in Shep’s yard! Do you remember Shep? Yes you do. Yes you do. Yes you do remember Shep. You’re such a smart dog, of course you remember Shep.
Dog: Shep? Fuck yeah I remember him! Cool son of a bitch, that Shep. Last time he told me this story about him, a collie, and a 3-legged min-pin…funniest shit I ever heard.
Realistically, the dog has no idea what you’re talking about. He just likes the jingle of car keys. Once you do get the dogs together it’s a battle of ass-sniffing supremacy. Each dog dances around the other, jockeying for a front row seat at the Turd Buffet. Rather than dragging the dog out of the house, why don’t people just go eat some greasy Mexican food, let it go to work, and then toss their underwear in the doghouse? That way everybody wins.
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