You know,Turbo and Cowgirl,you guys are both p*ssies. I'll tell you why. For two people who had a chance to meet me,in person,and say all you have to say when I made the offer to take your donations,neither of you took me up on it. Now,I can understand if you are too sorry to even give a washrag,but come on...if you have such a problem,toughen up and say so,and not hiding behind a keyboard. And also,Cowgirl,someone,a stranger,did take my dog,and I am grateful she did. You two need to get something else to do with your time. Turbo,sounds like all you are good for is training dogs,and fighting with women. Big man. Cowgirl,you ride the bandwagon every time.
Hey jackass. I'm not giving you sh*t. Both my dogs ARE rescues, my previous dogs were rescues, I've fostered many, I've voluteered at rescue facilities, and trained for free. And guess what? I KNOW where my dogs are. Do you? A**hole.
Yeah. All I'm good for is training. Maybe, just maybe, if YOU were good for training, you wouldn't be looking for your dog? Hell, if you were good for anything, you might not be looking for it at all.
My dogs, my RESCUED dogs, my previously UNADOBTABLE rescued dogs, are home right now, lounging on my couch, with bellies full and warm dry fur. How about YOURS?
Jacka**.
You DARE preach to us?
Where is your dog, Anne? Where?
Nice to see what a responsible caring person you are. Remember that bulldog from the family that had the fire? Guess what? The dog may have looked scared to you, but at least he was SAFE for the time being. Hard to get run over by a car or die of exposure, starvation, dehydration, etc in the pound. Glad you are SUCH a high-and-mighty-wonderful-dog-person that we should all bow down. Oh wait, no, you're a b*tch.
Call me whatever you want, but at least I live up to the standards that I preach.
I may have ribbed you innapropriately above, but I also said I hope you get your dog back safe. Let me strike that. I hope someone else finds it, turns it over to the shelter/pound, and it goes to someone who can take care of it properly.
Ironic to me how if there were less people like you, and more people like me and cowgirl (and cattitude, and ICIT, etc) you wouldn't NEED donations.
But then, where would you get your bloated sense of self importance and self satisfaction?
I sincerely hope your dog is OK. But you? You can f*** off.
Jacka**.
Fighting with women. You mean "woman"? You? Try acting like one. You want to meet me face to face? Fine. Same invite I give anyone. Starbucks, Lusby, Friday, 6PM. Tall bald guy, 2 young boys, maybe a Dobe. Can't miss me. I have no need to give you 'donations' to prove anything. I can think of other places who for one, don't loose dogs.