A break from No Country For Old Men and Chairs: Dog Stuff!

[TalkingDog]

[RagAss]

1. Ok...take five, Anton.

[TalkingDog]

2. Hee!

n/t

[Bigmack]

3. I'm a dog person....

... have been all my life.

If I wear a yellow marker around my neck that says "Keep your fucking dangerous dog away from me and my dogs"... will you honor it?

All through history... and prehistory... dogs who were dangerous ended up getting dead. Or eaten.

Why change now?

[TalkingDog]

4. Ummm... My dog isn't dangerous. He's small and very skittish.

When little children run up to him and want to pet him I worry about both the kids and the dog.

Although he's never even hinted at biting anybody, I try to be a responsible pet owner. That means I consider that, in the end, he is just a dog and will revert to what ever protective behavior he needs to if he feels threatened.

I'm not sure what you intended by shitting on what was intended as a constructive conversation, but I hope it was fun for you.

[Waltons_Mtn]

5. So how much space am I supposed to give these dogs?

Do I need to leave the park? Cross to the other side of the street?

To me the yellow ribbon means "careful my dog is dangerous". Does that mean if the dog pulls its owner towards my children at a park I can shoot it because I felt myself/my family in danger?

[TalkingDog]

6. It means you need to drop dead

on the spot in a completely spontaneous reflex action, in essence Darwining your self, because obviously if you can't figure it out you might be too stupid to live.

[cali]

7. That is no country for old men

the chairs in one another's arms, birds in the trees
those dying generations at their fall
the wing nuts at their hating song
commend all summer long'
caught in their moral decreptitude
they all attend
monuments of unaging idiocy.

Mitt Romney is but a paltry thing
a tattered coat upon a stick
an endless gibbering
and singing songs of his own magnificence


With deepest apologies to the great poet.