Max, quite literally, is a test-tube puppy: he was conceived using frozen sperm from a champion male that died long ago. I call him Franken-Pooch and I'm pretty sure he's the canine equivalent of those hyper-intelligent sharks in the motion picture Deep Blue Sea. - which I'm pretty sure he must have already seen when nobody was home.
Here's the scary part: that day, we took the dogs to a nearby park for a long walk. During the trip, Max figured out how to lower the rear window by pressing the button. I had to engage the child window lock.
What's next? Will Max pass along a viral pathogen that wipes out the human race? Will he become scion of a breed that eventually dominates all other life forms? Will astronauts who were lost in space return to earth thousands of years from now only to discover The Planet of the Ridgebacks. Perhaps Zombie Charlton Heston will reprise his role as George Taylor and utter those immortal words: "Take your paws off me, you damned dirty Ridgeback."
aren't there enough uncared for, unloved dogs in animal shelters needing a good home??
This is shameful...creating animals to feed your ego.........shame on you
mariB4588 5 months ago