Through my fiancée I have inherited 2 massive dogs, a 75 lb shepherd-mix and a 115 lb Pyrenees-pit-something who, despite their size and cacophonous barking, are very sweet and wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone their loved ones.
And I love them, but there is also a lot of space in my heart for fucked up little Chihuahuas who will bite me, a stranger, a child, unprovoked. An ancient guy who will snap at you if you try to touch his food or give him food.
They say having a dog is beneficial to your health, but imagine how much additional benefit you’d get if, when the walk ended, you kept your heart rate up by trying to take his leash off, or pet him, or even look at him, knowing one of these things will send him into a blind rage. And it will be a blind rage, because one or both of his eyes are cloudy.
That’s the good stuff! More on Fucko tomorrow.