From a shelter, eh? I am sure that's a nice fuzzy feeling you get from rescuing a life from certain doom...until...
You wake up, your slippers are gone, car keys missing, countless bottles of Old English strewn across your daughter's bedroom floor, there is a poorly spelled death threat written in lipstick on your bathroom mirror, your wife is suddenly 10 1/2 weeks pregnant, clump of burnt hair smoldering on your pillow case, turds (either large dog or small human) in your toaster, the mailman is found gagged and rocking in the fetal position on your lawn, your homemade salad dressing fetish video is released company wide, your 401k was transferred to a save Kwame fund, and the dog is nowhere to be found.
You can take the dog from the pound but you can't take the pound from the dog. Good luck and don't fall asleep with that convicted menace in your home.
You wake up, your slippers are gone, car keys missing, countless bottles of Old English strewn across your daughter's bedroom floor, there is a poorly spelled death threat written in lipstick on your bathroom mirror, your wife is suddenly 10 1/2 weeks pregnant, clump of burnt hair smoldering on your pillow case, turds (either large dog or small human) in your toaster, the mailman is found gagged and rocking in the fetal position on your lawn, your homemade salad dressing fetish video is released company wide, your 401k was transferred to a save Kwame fund, and the dog is nowhere to be found.
You can take the dog from the pound but you can't take the pound from the dog. Good luck and don't fall asleep with that convicted menace in your home.
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