When I was a kid, I had a dog and I named him “Stay”.
So when I taught him to fetch I would throw a stick and he would run after it as fast as he could and pick it up with his mouth.
Then I would say, “Come here, Stay. Come here, Stay. Come here, Stay”.
After a while I gave the poor guy a nervous breakdown.
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Are you serious???
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Lmao … < don’t worry my ass is still on.
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Poor guy. XD
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Reminds me of some friends that named their dog, Dammit.
As in ‘come here Dammit!’, ‘get the ball Dammit!’, ‘heel Dammit!’
The dog didn’t seem to care, it was a lab and was dumb as a rock. The next year I saw them they changed his name to Damascus. They got tired of people giving them funny looks,
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A band I like called August Burns Red is named after a story the band has. When they were young one of the band members had a bitter breakup, and the girl August came over and burned his dog, Red. Hence August Burns Red!
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Poor guys. They need to be crazy with their master.
Sounds like animal cruelty to me.
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When my family moved up from L.A. to the Bay Area we moved into a nice apartment complex, No dogs were allowed but the managers made an exception for us so we got a little half beagle/ half Basset Hound puppy.
It was the cutest dog and we named her “Lucy” after the Peanuts cartoon character. Unfortunately she grew up to be one of those dogs who runs to the front door to escape every time it opened and she succeeded many times
The managers of the complex were an old married couple named Jack and Lucy. Sometimes when our dog escaped our house my dad would chase after her. My dad would be yelling so the whole complex could hear him. He would yell, “Dammit, Lucy get your as* back in here”. Or “You damn bitch, why don’t you ever listen”?
He would be cursing and to people who didn’t know he was yelling at a dog, it seemed like he was cussing out our manager!!!