Actually, it's my roommates dog. He's part Dalmation, part Black Lab and I'm wondering if he's part cow too. He's 8 years old, 107 pounds, black and white and he eats grass and literally everything else except celery (lol I'm sure you can appreciate that, Militant). He's diabetic so we have to give him a shot of insulin in the morning and the evening after meals (he eats twice a day). He eats a special kind of diet food for diabetics but it really doesn't matter because it's hard to lose weight when you spend 23 hours a day on the floor. He moves very very slowly unless he catches a glimpse of a squirrel and then he can actually move rather fast. He has a huge fat pocket in his chest that i call a uni-boob, which jiggles up and down when he walks; it's very unsightly.
Basically, I've been living with this dog for about a year and a half now and I've begun to realize that he serves no purpose whatsoever. I mean, I can glance around the apartment and everything that I see serves some kind of distinct purpose: computer, tv, sink, table, chair, refrigerator, forks, knives, et cetera. However, Buster (the dog) is completely and utterly useless. If I could find a way to get him to do something or perform some task I would feel a lot better. I mean, there's dishes, vacuuming, dusting, cleaning, and so on. At the very least I need to find someone to train him to juggle so that he can at least entertain me. Also, I can't say that his purpose is to provide me with company because I have enough of that at work all day and he isn't much of a guard dog. As long as the intruder has a biscuit, I don't think Buster could care less if I was murdered in my sleep.
Basically, I've been living with this dog for about a year and a half now and I've begun to realize that he serves no purpose whatsoever. I mean, I can glance around the apartment and everything that I see serves some kind of distinct purpose: computer, tv, sink, table, chair, refrigerator, forks, knives, et cetera. However, Buster (the dog) is completely and utterly useless. If I could find a way to get him to do something or perform some task I would feel a lot better. I mean, there's dishes, vacuuming, dusting, cleaning, and so on. At the very least I need to find someone to train him to juggle so that he can at least entertain me. Also, I can't say that his purpose is to provide me with company because I have enough of that at work all day and he isn't much of a guard dog. As long as the intruder has a biscuit, I don't think Buster could care less if I was murdered in my sleep.
