Can I just say that I think your
German Sheppard, That you bought from those fancy Breeders with the shiny Wood floors in Oxford, Looks fucking miserable now that he Has graduated from obedience school? I don't mean to be rude but puppies Want to do puppy things and puppy Things do not include walking on Treadmills with low resistance, Just like you don't eat your food Off the ground, And Purina doesn't expect you to, Just your dog. And the poor thing looks like a MilkBone Model, Which means that Obedience School Made sure to schedule bath time for Your precious jewel, Probably an added bonus to the 2,000 Dollar fee you keep mentioning. And he still jumps, so I think he missed Class on Tuesday, Or came in last place, To the Rottweiler down the hall. And I know you've said you must be patient, And I applaud you, I do, My Berner still pees on himself, And he jumps his 125 pounds into the air, Like he's a tiny frog, He doesn't understand the phrase "NO JUMPING!" But knows that he cannot switch My gears while I'm driving, So he responds to "GET BACK" When we are two minutes away from Possibly dying But he doesn't hump my leg, And he smells like a dog, He is scared of treadmills, And chooses to pee only on Republican signs, So I'd say I did well, Without obedience school, Though thank you For asking.
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