when i was a kid we had a standard schnauzer. one day, i thought it might be a good idea to give him a mohawk and prance him around the neighborhood.
which i did.
now, no one can tell for sure what, if any, immediate effect this had on him... but my brother and i still believe that a person's level of friendship, in those days, could be measured by, and was ultimately proportional to, how many times they actually got bit. basically the more a person was bit, the closer it brought us. you just weren't a real friend of our families unless you were bit by 'fritze'!
he was a vicious, evil thing. he bit everyone, and everything. even the tip of my grandmother's nose! and she never forgave him for it.
but hell, i still say go ahead and shave the new born's head. it probably won't matter much in the long run anyhow.
which i did.
now, no one can tell for sure what, if any, immediate effect this had on him... but my brother and i still believe that a person's level of friendship, in those days, could be measured by, and was ultimately proportional to, how many times they actually got bit. basically the more a person was bit, the closer it brought us. you just weren't a real friend of our families unless you were bit by 'fritze'!
he was a vicious, evil thing. he bit everyone, and everything. even the tip of my grandmother's nose! and she never forgave him for it.
but hell, i still say go ahead and shave the new born's head. it probably won't matter much in the long run anyhow.
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