WTF!!!!

I never understood the urge to spend hours teaching pets to do random things.

The way I see it you teach it the basic communication to insure that you can co-exist with it and go about your business.

Everyone knows that it’ll die eventually.

And the more tricks you teach it the more attached you become.

And the more attached you become the more you cry about it when it dies.

And the more you cry about it when it dies the more your friends have to listen to you crying about it when it dies.

And the more your friends have to listen to you crying about it when it dies the more pathetic they secretly think you are.

And the more pathetic they secretly think you are the more they make fun of you mercilessly.

And the more they make fun of you mercilessly the more you avoid them.

And the more you avoid them the more depressed and lonely you get.

And the more depressed and lonely you get the more buying a new puppy looks like a good idea.

And then your back at square one. . . Am I the only one that finds the whole process a gigantic fucking waist of time?

That being said, I am willing to admit that the end result is sometimes amusing/amazing.

Have you ever seen a jack rustle terrier pop 74 balloons in under a minute?