One day I looked up and my dog was Hitler
August 8, 2006 by William K. Wolfrum
If you are a believer in reincarnation, it’s entirely possible that Adolf Hitler has returned in the form of our hyperactive Boston Terrier, Jack. Oh the inner turmoil Der Fuhrer must be dealing with, going through his days as an insane, black dog.
Ok, actually, Jack has been on a digging frenzy of late and rubbed off some of the black under his nose and gave himself a South Park-ian “Hitler,” sans the poo.
Jack. He’s our special little guy.
–WKW
[...] I hate to sound like the aging sportswriter that I am, but for the love of dog, are the Scoop Jackson’s and Bill Simmons of the world really the future of the medium? Both can be somewhat entertaining, but Simmons and his 76,000-word narcissistic spewings, and Jackson’s hipper-than-thou nonsense get real annoying, real quick in my book. [...]
[...] He’s already charming Duchess, our Australian Shepherd. We also have two Boston Terriers, and Max seems to like him Ok, while Jack won’t get the opportunity to meet him sadly. We have to keep him separated as he made it clear he’d fight any dog to the death for dominance after he repeatedly attacked Duchess, who’s easily three times his size. [...]
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