When my wife and I adopted a rescued greyhound, the rescue agency gave us a pamphlet we had to read on the care of one of these types of dogs. And they made us read it and sign off before we could take the dog. One of the pages had a mention of not giving your dog booze, with an admonition that a drunk dog is unhealthy and not funny. I told my wife, “Yeah. It’s fucking hilarious.”
I swear Eddie that the only reason Gus hasn’t started a campaign of terror on everyone at the house is because we give him beer. Well that and we have wooden floors so he can’t build up the momentum needed to jump for our throats.
I was always glad that our Greyhound was lazy. She would just sleep in a corner. Then, she would go outside, run like a blur in a figure 8 for about 5 minutes, then come back in, and go back to sleep.
But when she ran, she ran like the wind.
But I just never could bring myself to expend booze intended for me on a dog.
Well we just always have SO MUCH of it at the house though that there usually is a few half empty cans or bottle lying around and THAT is what he drinks. We’ll never crack open one just for the dog. That’s a downright waste.
Though I think we do have some High Life in the fridge that we won’t drink but Gus will. He’s like a beer disposal unit.
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You know you love us Gus!
I hate you as well you little bastard mutt.
When my wife and I adopted a rescued greyhound, the rescue agency gave us a pamphlet we had to read on the care of one of these types of dogs. And they made us read it and sign off before we could take the dog. One of the pages had a mention of not giving your dog booze, with an admonition that a drunk dog is unhealthy and not funny. I told my wife, “Yeah. It’s fucking hilarious.”
^damn. I forgot to add:
The dog lady was shocked, and gave me this angry look.
So, I told her, “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t waste any of my booze on a dog.”
The lady gave my wife a look, and The Missus said, “Yep. That’s him alright.”
I swear Eddie that the only reason Gus hasn’t started a campaign of terror on everyone at the house is because we give him beer. Well that and we have wooden floors so he can’t build up the momentum needed to jump for our throats.
I was always glad that our Greyhound was lazy. She would just sleep in a corner. Then, she would go outside, run like a blur in a figure 8 for about 5 minutes, then come back in, and go back to sleep.
But when she ran, she ran like the wind.
But I just never could bring myself to expend booze intended for me on a dog.
Well we just always have SO MUCH of it at the house though that there usually is a few half empty cans or bottle lying around and THAT is what he drinks. We’ll never crack open one just for the dog. That’s a downright waste.
Though I think we do have some High Life in the fridge that we won’t drink but Gus will. He’s like a beer disposal unit.
Found out that he won’t drink absinthe though.
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