My father, late in life, kept bird dogs. And he had 12 of them. He even built a kennel for them. One night, he went into heart failure and was not expected to live. And the kennel was almost a block behind the house. When he got sick, those dogs began to howl. It was the eeriest thing.
And he used to beat them with chains. He always said to me, "Son, there's only two kinds of dogs: the kind you can beat and the kind you can't. The kind you can beat love you even more when you hit them, and the kind you can't, well, you hit them once and they're ruined." That's what my old man said.
And you wonder why I turned out the way I did!
And he used to beat them with chains. He always said to me, "Son, there's only two kinds of dogs: the kind you can beat and the kind you can't. The kind you can beat love you even more when you hit them, and the kind you can't, well, you hit them once and they're ruined." That's what my old man said.
And you wonder why I turned out the way I did!
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