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Yeah I got it.
Hooligan,
My avatar is my oldest 4 legged baby, Earl. His is a purebred, rescued, Bloodhound, that my vet tells me is one of the best specimens of hound that she has ever seen, but whoever used to own him, dumped him in the desert and left him to starve, and when I got him, he was a mess. It took months of tlc to get him up to weight and heal his injuries, but he is an absolute doll that I love to death, but he is also the most stubborn of all of my kids.
Because Earl is still uh, err,"intact", we are having problems with him and my new baby, Fergus, the Neopolitan Mastiff/Dogue de bordeux cross who is also still intact, and I am nursing a dislocated shoulder today as well as a wrenched back and knee that I got when I had to break up a gladiator brawl in my front yard, sooo bright and early Tuesday morning, I am having the mobile vet clinic out to perform attitude adjustment surgery on both of them, and if the ex-husband objects to it again, he might just be joining them.