
Imagine this. A Weiner dog is skipping down the street in the late afternoon sun. His belly’s full. He’s holding his head high. Just as he’s passing a fenced-in yard, a hulk-like howl followed by an enormous set of gnashing teeth and the muscled body of a German Shepherd invades the Weiner dog’s happy world. The Weiner dog bolts. He sprints for a good half-mile until he slows to a trot. He sh...
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