Trained to Kill

We start their training very  young. To kill.

White Dog

Tango is an 11 year old Toy Poodle. I've had him since he was 2 months old. When he was about eight months old he fell off a really high bed and broke his leg. He didn't just "oops" and fall...he threw himself off the bed not understanding the concept of gravity chasing after one of his wet stuffed animals. When we realized that he didn't laugh it off we rushed him to the emergency pet hospital and turns out he needed emergency leg surgery. Good thing we were at the emergency pet hospital. About nine hundred dollars later they place a metal rod in his leg where his bone was broken. To this day he walks with a limp every now and then. He's gangsta.

Black Kitten

We found a kitty. Well, the white dog found her. It was about two weeks old and we bottle fed it to health. We didn't know if it was a boy or girl so we decided to wait until we found out before naming it. I scheduled her kitty appointment and froze when the receptionist asked for my pet's name.

"Let's just call her 'Kitty' for now. I'll change it when we come up with a name. I can do that, right?"

Pause

"One second." Scuffling. Mumbling. "Yes, we can do that."

About two weeks ago we take it to "Kitty's" appointment. It's a girl. We'll come up with a name soon.