Freecycle Madness

ChrisJ wrote:
> Probably reasonably cute but I'm not sure what's the point
> of crossing those two breeds.

I think a lot of the designer mutt craze is the desire to have
something no one else has, plus something identifiable. A designer
dog is *something*. Mutts are unique, of course, but they don't
fulfill the requirements because they don't make very good status
symbols.

And, hey, all the better if it has a cutesy-poo name. Just, for the
love of all that's good in this world, anything but Chorkie. That
is absolutely repulsive.

Andtoo, if you want to keep your sanity as intact as possible, do
not ask Teh Google to show you pictures of Chorkies. One of the
first photos is of something purporting to be a Crestoodle, and it
is not for the faint of heart. I've said before that there are no
ugly dogs, but I think I may have been too charitable.

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Shelly
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montana wildhack wrote:

> On 2008-01-15 08:26:28 -0500, "Suja" <spanaval DeleteThis @yahoo.com> said:
>
>> Petfinder had an ad for a 'Toy Miniature Pinscher', 'spade and
>> housebroken'
>> with an adoption fee of $1,000. People are delusional.
>
>
> I wonder how much they'd pay for a "Teacup" MinPin.
>

An acquaintance of mine, a person who really ought to know better,
allowed her 7-year old min pin (with kidney disease) to get knocked up
by a friend's JRT. "Oops", she says, dimpling.

Oops, my ass. She was unable to get pregnant herself, has two, troubled
adopted children, and is obsessed with getting her animals pregnant.
The min pin was only the first.

The backyard-bred, cross-eyed blue merle BC bitch who lives her life in
a basement, is completely un-health-tested, with the litter mates with
catastrophic bi-lateral hip displasia. Two were destroyed before their
first birthdays, the third was lucky enough to have an owner willing to
mortgage the house to buy him titanium hips.

The 19-year old swaybacked mare with an untreated draining abscess on
her hip. She would conceive but was unable to carry. A veterinary exam
revealed a uterus full of cysts but that didn't stop her from trying
twice more.

Oh, and when I expressed my concern about her niece, 16 years old and
living with her, dating a 22 year old man, mentioning that I'd be
worried that she would end up pregnant, she shrugged, smiled and said (I
kid you not), "Oh, there are worse things that could happen." Freakin'
psycho.

I spoke my mind and those were the last words I'll ever say to her, by
her choice and mine. She is hopelessly deluded and I don't need to
stand by and watch helplessly as she orchestrates yet another
slow-motion train wreck. I prefer to spend my efforts on dogs and
people that are salvageable.