R.B.'s got the meats, as they say.
My dear friend Suzanne Carpenter had a little dog named Lucky. Damn thing was suicidal. Pretty much every time it ever got loose, which happened way too often if you want to know my opinion, it would end up in the road and then get run over. I honestly lost count of how many times that dog got hit by cars. Lucky would also seek out chocolate and acquire it by any means necessary. It ate so much chocolate that it eventually ended up developing seizures, and then down the line, outright strokes. And yet, it lived to be something like 18 years. It’s been so long I don’t recall exactly how he passed or exactly how old, just remember Suzanne would talk about how old he was all the time.
Tbf if I had the option to eat so much chocolate that I could get a seizure, I’d probably still take the risk.
Look at this asshole name dropping over here. We get it, you’re friends with Suzanne Carpenter!
The best dog.
I know another best dog. He is the most laid-back terrier ever. He has a job where children read to him to gain confidence, and he will sit still and listen the whole time. He is sixteen years old.
His name is Dude. He abides. It is my privilege to look after him for a few days a week, and he is the best dog. Sleeps most of the time. Walks around my yard in the same pattern he has for years, every few hours of the day. Mostly blind and pretty deaf.
Why would they put an article before the name?
Do you know another Rotisserie Bastard?
One of the several Rotisserie Bastards on file is ready to be picked up.
That’s a fair point.
Maybe the name on file is actually The Rotisserie Bastard
Because a vet assistant would 100% find it funnier to do so.
I’m going with the name on file is actually “The Rotisserie Bastard” and that the vet uses an automated system to send out routine messages like this based on status updates in their system.
Or it was made up the fuck up for internet points a decade ago. Crazy ass conclusion, I know.
That does not in any way invalidate my comment, a vet assistant would 100% put the the just because its funnier that way.
Why does it have to be anything about invalidation? I mean, seriously?
Everything has to be a thing nowadays. Unless of course you fill out form 16-bA. It is available in the annex.
Our vet has to refer to the cat by his full name and title, Sir Reginald, Duke of Chutney.
ha! ours is Duchess Tangerine Marmalade. they could rule the lands together. the vet really loves saying the full name too
Pets should always be allowed to name themselves. If you watch them for a while they will tell you their names.
I had AKC Springer Spaniel hunting dogs with registered names of Cash Out the Window, (he wasn’t very good at hunting), Eightball, (because he was just a big goof), Onee, (firstborn puppy, but you can’t register a number as a name), a current one named Tater Tot with a call name of Tater because potato head is too hard to say.
And don’t ask how I renamed a cat my Wife had to Fuckin’ Cat. He really seemed to take pride in that name too.
“Sassy”
Tater tête
I used to have a Chinese water dragon called Lizwardo Broseph, Lizard Bro and he was kind of crappy so we took him to the exotic vet a few times and I loved seeing everyone’s face when they called LB to the back
My friend has a cat named Wu-Tang Clan Name Generator. And that’s what the legal docs say too. Wu for short.
And I have the lore because I named it more or less. Me, Cat Owner, Other Dude talking shit like 3 guys do. One of the things being you have one cat now you need a second one. And were just fucking about with names. Other Dude is like used a Wu-Tang Clan Name Generator. And I’m like no no no THAT is the name. And I guess Cat owner thought that was good shit. Cause like less then 6 months later not only did he get a another cat like we call he indeed named it Wu-Tang Clan Name Generator and she ain’t nothing to fuck with.
I had a cat named Scrots. It looked like it crawled out of a dumpster and had very short hair with a lot of exposed skin… kind of like a scrot.
We adopted it because we knew no one would want a cat that ugly. Turns out it was also a royal cunt of a cat and probably preferred living in a dumpster.
It made me realize that, like people, not all animals are good. I’m sure that cat went back down to hell to torture more souls after she died.
