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Asking me if I'd be willing to breed my neutered male mutt to your unaltered female mutt is going to get you a dirty look at best.
Asking me at five o'clock in the morning when I'm dropping my husband off at work so I can have the car for the day, while I have a very mad almost eleven month old in the car seat and said dog is trying to sit in my lap while I shift because I forgot their car harnesses in our rush to LEAVE is going to get you a new arsehole. A big one. A big, bloody, painful one that consists of why you should spay your dog and how only douche bags back yard breed.
Go die, because NOTHING but my daughter squealing in delight when we get back to the apartment and she sees her swing is cute at five in the morning, including the "Adorable puppies they would make."
Ugh.
Asking me at five o'clock in the morning when I'm dropping my husband off at work so I can have the car for the day, while I have a very mad almost eleven month old in the car seat and said dog is trying to sit in my lap while I shift because I forgot their car harnesses in our rush to LEAVE is going to get you a new arsehole. A big one. A big, bloody, painful one that consists of why you should spay your dog and how only douche bags back yard breed.
Go die, because NOTHING but my daughter squealing in delight when we get back to the apartment and she sees her swing is cute at five in the morning, including the "Adorable puppies they would make."
Ugh.