<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:52:12.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE DOGS!</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is for people who hate those smelly, useless, dirty animals: DOGS!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-112551626352582427</id><published>2005-08-31T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:24:23.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4451/346/1600/finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4451/346/320/finger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Hey check out this photo!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This one's interactive, folks -- I want you to email me a good caption for this photo, and the one I like best will be posted under it and you'll be credited for it, too!! Maybe if i feel real nice I'll throw ya a biscuit as well. SPEAK !  RRRUFF!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-112551626352582427?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/112551626352582427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/112551626352582427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112551626352582427' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-112551458689731721</id><published>2005-08-31T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:56:26.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4451/346/1600/Sammagnetweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4451/346/320/Sammagnetweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What the FUCK! Makes me wanna puke up my lunch for the next two WEEKS, Maaaaan!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Retch *** GAGG***  This is a Real, Living Animal, folks! It's not fake!! I can't believe that they didn't put this freak down on sight!! Such a cute poochie-woochie and friend to mankind everywhere! HA!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I HATE DOGS!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-112551458689731721?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/112551458689731721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/112551458689731721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112551458689731721' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-112290229100707969</id><published>2005-08-01T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:24:43.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check out this STUPID-ASS dog!! What a RETARD this animal must be to get into this kind of mess! I'm laughing SO hard right now! Fucking idiot dog deserves every needle the porcupine had!! HA! Now he has to go thru the pain of getting them pulled out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4451/346/1600/Idiot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4451/346/320/Idiot2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4451/346/1600/Idiot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4451/346/320/Idiot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;guess what??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I HATE DOGS!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Why? Because of SHIT LIKE THIS!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-112290229100707969?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/112290229100707969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/112290229100707969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112290229100707969' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-112171490985977125</id><published>2005-07-18T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:31:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it happened again folks....I just saw on the news that a young child was mauled to death by a family pet. This dog, which NEVER SHOWED any sign of aggressiveness, attacked the kid, and the poor child died on the way to the hospital. The kicker: The newslady said the dog was in the pound, but it's FATE WAS YET TO BE DETERMINED!!! &lt;b&gt;KILL the goddamn fucker!! What's WRONG with you???&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.  Here's some homework for all you Lassie-Lovers: How many dogs in the U.S. have mauled and/or killed humans in the past.. say.. two years?  Ok, now how many dogs in the past two years have actually pulled a Lassie and SAVED a human life, and I'm not counting dogs acting in official Military/Police/Aid capacity. There's more killing and maiming being done by dogs than actual Lifesaving stunts, now ISN'T THERE???? Doesn't that fact alone make you people WAKE THE FUCK UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another mystery: Why is it when there's some perv that's stolen and/or killed a child, the whole nation spins up and people are crawling all over each other to come up with a way to prevent it from happening again, hyperanalyzing the situation from square one, but a kid gets killed by a dog and it's like "YAWWNNN.... poor kid.... *farrt*... got any more chips?..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT ATTITUDE BURNS MY ASS LIKE YOU WOULDN"T BELIEVE. What are you THINKING???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-112171490985977125?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/112171490985977125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/112171490985977125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112171490985977125' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-111988108039455832</id><published>2005-06-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T07:04:40.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey check out this game! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.das-essig.com/stupidDog/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it's all about because it's in German but you can still play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do is whack the dogs with a rolled up newspaper before they shit or piss and there's alien ships too, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool! Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-111988108039455832?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/111988108039455832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/111988108039455832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111988108039455832' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-111962468945041875</id><published>2005-06-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T07:51:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;YES!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Put her in a cell for life, with a couple of deranged pitbulls!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope this makes the rest of the asshole dogloving crowd think twice.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom charged in fatal dog mauling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;Friday, June 24, 2005; Posted: 9:05 a.m. EDT (13:05 GMT)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SAN FRANCISCO, California (AP) -- The mother of a 12-year-old boy fatally mauled by the family's pit bulls was charged Thursday with child endangerment.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Faibish was killed June 3 by one or both of the family dogs when his mother went out to run errands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen Faibish, 39, found her son in a bedroom, covered in blood from several wounds, including a major head injury.&lt;br /&gt;One of the dogs was shot and killed by a police officer shortly after the attack. The other remains in animal control custody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His parent made the decision to leave (Nicholas) alone in a situation that endangered his life and ultimately led to his death," prosecutor Kamala Harris said in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen Faibish told the San Francisco Chronicle she had been so concerned about one of the dogs that she shut her son in the basement to protect him. She said the male dog was acting possessively because the female was in heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An arraignment will be scheduled for next week. Faibish faces a maximum ten years in prison if convicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======  ============== ==========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, they have all these laws and "Amber Alert"s and stuff for kids when they go missing, but where is all the public outrage when something like this happens to a kid??? I've not checked into it but what are the statistics like for harm coming to children via dogs compared to kids getting kidnapped etc? Look at all the programs out there and awareness for THAT, yet when it comes to dogs, hey it's OK if a kid gets maimed or killed -- there's no public awareness/prevention program for THAT now is there???&lt;br /&gt;Fucking stupidass dogs and their fucking stupidass owners....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I HATE DOGS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-111962468945041875?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/111962468945041875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/111962468945041875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111962468945041875' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-111867891779853400</id><published>2005-06-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:20:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI all --- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this news story and tell me if this isn't fucked up! Another case of "I LOVE MY DOG MORE THAN I LOVE HUMAN BEINGS - EVEN MY OWN CHILDREN." This is Sick: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mother of mauling victim feared family dog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shut boy in basement while she ran errands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Monday, June 13, 2005 Posted: 2:43 AM EDT (0643 GMT)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAN FRANCISCO, California (AP) -- The mother of a 12-year-old boy killed in his own home by one of the family's two pit bulls says she had been so concerned about one of the dogs that she shut her son in the basement to protect him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen Faibish said she ordered Nicholas to stay in the basement while she did errands on June 3, the day he was attacked by one or both of the dogs. &lt;br /&gt;She said she was worried about the male dog, Rex, who was acting possessive because the female, Ella, was in heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I put him down there, with a shovel on the door," Faibish said in an interview with the San Francisco Chronicle. "And I told him: 'Stay down there until I come back.' Typical Nicky, he wouldn't listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas apparently found a way to open the basement door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite her concerns about Rex that day, Faibish told the newspaper: "My kids got along great with (the dogs). We were never seeing any kind of violent tendencies."&lt;br /&gt;Faibish found her son's body in a bedroom. He was covered in blood from several wounds, including a major head injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No charges have been filed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Nicky's time to go," she said in the interview. "When you're born you're destined to go and this was his time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella was shot to death by a police officer the day of the attack. &lt;br /&gt;Rex was taken to a shelter, but Faibish said she wanted him put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========         =================      ========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, WHY WOULD YOU PUT YOUR OWN CHILD IN THE BASEMENT AND JAM THE DOOR SHUT WITH A SHOVEL???!!! What kind of a parent would even &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; of this? DUH, PUT THE ASSHOLE DOG IN THE BASEMENT! ...JESUS H - What is running thru yer head,lady?? "Oh, I'll put the child in the damp dark musty basement and jam the door so he can't get out, so my Dogge Woggie and his girlfriend can have the house to themselves for some alone time..." What, did you fire up the Jacuzzi and light candles for atmosphere, too? The Doggie Poconos.... I'd laugh if it wasn't so disgusting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she feared the dog and that's why she did that? How about getting rid of the shitty animal?? Ever stop &amp; think it might be SAFER for the PEOPLE living there??? O, NO, poor poochie would be depressed it we got rid of him.... he'd never forgive us... poor thing....why not just leave a loaded, cocked revolver out on the coffee table. Not SAFE, you say?? GEE fucking WHIZ! Idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little boy would be alive right now if HE was treated like a human being and the DOG was treated like an ANIMAL instead of the other way around!! ....Stupid ass DogLoving people. WHEN are we going to wake up and smell the dog shit? How many people...CHILDREN....have to die, be mauled, be maimed for life, just to placate the perverted thinking of dog-obsessed, no, dog &lt;i&gt;worshipping&lt;/i&gt;, cretins?? &lt;br /&gt;These people ought to be locked in a pen with a vicious dog or two. Let's see if they emerge with a changed attitude about wittle puppy-wuppy. If they survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I HATE DOGS!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-111867891779853400?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/111867891779853400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/111867891779853400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111867891779853400' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-110625003608546618</id><published>2005-01-20T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T11:42:23.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey here's a poem by none other than the late great John Lennon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Dog Nigel&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arf, Arf, he goes, a merry sight,&lt;br /&gt;Our little hairy friend,&lt;br /&gt;Arf, Arf, upon the lampost bright&lt;br /&gt;Arfing round the bend.&lt;br /&gt;Nice dog! Goo boy,&lt;br /&gt;Waggie tail and beg,&lt;br /&gt;Clever Nigel, jump for joy&lt;br /&gt;Because we're putting you to sleep at three of the clock, Nigel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? The man was both brilliant and profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, yooz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE DOGS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-110625003608546618?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/110625003608546618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/110625003608546618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110625003608546618' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-110130991800465228</id><published>2004-11-24T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T07:25:18.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all yooz U.S. doods and dood-ettes -&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and happy (and DOG FREE!)Thanksgiving Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the(dog)HATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (aka Belvedere Asswaddle)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-110130991800465228?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/110130991800465228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/110130991800465228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110130991800465228' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-110011817441750883</id><published>2004-11-10T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T12:42:31.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;More fucked-up DogStuff from gleaned from Blogland:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...  05 October 2004 at 10:04  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;funky dog shits?....no they're fucking not &lt;br /&gt;some little shitty dog owner has allowed their little shitty shit to shit directly in the middle of the entrance to the block of flats where i live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture the scene - i come bombing down the stairs, late for work as usual, run towards the gate in full stride, pass through it and then twist and contort into some freaky weird ballet move as i, luckily, spot the steaming turd 5mm from my foot. i consider this a lucky escape but the shithead dog owner is a serial shitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not 2 weeks ago another shit was deposited by the flats' entrance but this time cleverly positioned to the side by the gate post. so for the residents of 8 flats there was the extra fun of walking out and turning left to be be confronted by a shitty shit hiding behind a post. that particular shit, you'll be pleased to hear, was hit several times. the shitty owner of the shitting dog must have had a shitty chuckle at the success of that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i have the added delight of trying to remember that the shit is there without the aid of daylight. it's likely too that someone will have trod in it and will have spread it far and wide thus increasing the chances that i too will hit the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitty shits should pick up the shit after their little shits&lt;br /&gt;SHIT! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; ----------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shithead Dog&lt;br /&gt;...I caught Rocky pissing on the floor and I winged a tennis ball at him to prevent any more damage. Oh well. I let him outside for like 25 minutes and as soon as he comes in, he takes a piss right on the floor. This dog sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... October 2002 | Main | December 2002 » &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 26, 2002&lt;br /&gt;Cops&lt;br /&gt;I got to call the cops on my idiot neighbors last night. They let their stupid-ass dog bark for over an hour. I have finally had enough of the yippie little shit and his equally shitty owners....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more out there, Dudes and Dude-ettes. Go find some and post 'em up on my Forum. You know where that is and how to get there, don't you? You should! &lt;br /&gt;SHARE THE HATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-110011817441750883?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/110011817441750883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/110011817441750883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110011817441750883' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-109993684832947086</id><published>2004-11-08T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T10:00:48.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an anonymous excerpt from a blog I ran across just now. Thought you might like to join me in some infuriatedness (is that a word?)&lt;br /&gt;Share the Hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...Tuesday, October 26, 2004 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where There Is Much Poop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, I am not cut out for suburban living.  Granted I still live a stone’s throw from a “city” and have access to a multitude of cityesque ammenities, I live in a house with four sides now, which comes with a whole list of new things that annoy me on a regular basis.  I haven’t lived in the ‘burbs since I was 17 and I remember now what it’s like to have that dynamic in my life again.  Philadelphia had its share of quirks that came with city living but down here, it’s the “theeeeese are the people in your neighborhooooood, in your neighbor hooood” folks that make me want to injure myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in particular is Pompus Guy who walks his three very large dogs (two golden retrievers and a doberman) without leashes around the neighborhood.  I want to hurt this man.  He waltzes around while his smelly dogs terrorize people and cats.  He carries around a pooper scooper which is more than most people do here ...but he throws the poop in the street.  Hi.  It doesn’t work like that.  The pooper scooper is so you can remove it, not move it to the street where it gets stuck in people’s tires.  Jackhole. I’d like to ram that scooper up his a-hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people that don’t pick up after their dogs around here.  More so than when I lived in Philly.  People think its ok to let their dogs shit on other people’s lawns and just leave it there like it’s a gift.  If I see one more person not pick up after their dog I am going to pick it up and follow them home so I can whip it at their front door… and of course deliver them a complimentary bird..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE Dogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-109993684832947086?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109993684832947086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109993684832947086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109993684832947086' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-109934171912264506</id><published>2004-11-01T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T12:41:59.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.... the other day the guy was coming over to do some work to the house. I put Dipshit Dog out on its tether to get rid of it out of the way. (I shoulda tied the tether to the bumper of the neighbor's truck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... the guy leaves after he's done, and I notice FuckerDog is loose, somehow the clip opened up. Once in a while it does that. So the dog's laying in the front yard. I shoulda left it at that. But I had to go somewhere and I'd be in the "doghouse" with GF if he was loose on my account with nobody home. I loathed having to chase the asshole dog all over the neighborhood, so I got his leash out and made like I wanted to take him for a walk. So dumbass dog is all excited about getting leashed up (although he's already free and can go where he wants.. stupid ass dog!)and comes over to me. I put the leash on him and start towards the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it begins: As soon as he realizes he's an asshole for thinking I'd actually WALK him, and that I really wanted to chuck him in the house, he goes absolutely fucking BANANAS! He flipped out! Friggin Hysterical! He DOES NOT WANT TO GO IN!! So started &lt;i&gt;The Fight&lt;/i&gt;. He was jumping up in the air and doing backflips trying to escape, trying to get the collar off and get away! I had to grab the collar with both hands - then he turned on me! Maaaan, he's snapping and growling and scratching and fighting with all his might (now this is a hundred-pound animal, folks...) to get away. He fell on his side and got on his back to dig into me with his claws and teeth, maaan! He was fucking crazed! I fell, or was dragged, I don't recall over onto him. Yeah he got me. Scratched up both my arms, got in a few bites to my hand, too. Luckily he didn't get a good jawful or I'd have stitches right now! Sprained my wrist, and hurt my back trying to control that shithead. I finally got on him with my knees on his chest, with my full 225 pounds. That got me some control. I had to straddle that animal, full of flashing teeth and claws, and scoot him inch by inch into the doorway, while trying to keep out of his mouth and away from his scrabbling claws. When he got halfway in, he stopped the fight and ran in. That mother. fucking. animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So you may be asking yourself "...why didn't he just leave him alone instead of fighting like that?" Well, If I were to let him intimidate me and back off of him, I'd be in deeper shit later on. He'd be thinking he was the Boss, the Alpha dog, whatever the shithead dog people call it. The leader, you know... Once I was into the fight I had to see it through and win it or he'd be trying shit with me all the time afterwards. Oh I won it all right. He knows who's boss NOW, though. MotherFucking shithead dog. And you wonder why I HATE dogs?&lt;br /&gt;I swear to GOD he's going down, maaan. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hate dogs&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-109934171912264506?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109934171912264506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109934171912264506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109934171912264506' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-109708982193630135</id><published>2004-10-06T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T12:10:21.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty much off the subject, but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know.. it's been a while since the last post. I've been in my own private hell since like the last month. My dad who's in his late 70's fell down and hit his head and needed brain surgery. He just got out of rehab and is back home after a month now. Turns out he's got none of his affairs in order and refuses to do so (I've been trying to talk to him about getting that stuff done for like the past ten years), ranting that if he signs anything (POA, Will, etc) we'll be able to put him in a nursing home. And nobody can convince him otherwise. He's been pretty fuddled for the past several years, but a lot more so now. Add to that the fact that none of my sibs want anything to do with him, and that my mom is only concerned about losing her place to live, she couldn't care less about him. So Tag! I'm it. Of course if there's money or property to be had after he passes then the queue will be forming &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; fast for that. GODDAMMIT.. He needs to have someone looking in on him to make sure he's taking his meds, and to take him shopping, and all that but nobody is helping me with that. And I live about an hour away from him! Sure, there will be Visiting Nurses, and Elderly Services for a while but he's bucking that stuff too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS (here's the part relevant to this site) while he was gone for a month I HAD TO FUCKING TAKE CARE OF HIS DOGS!!! He's got this disgusting ancient pomeranian, blind, deaf, arthritis so bad that it can barely walk. Fumbles throught the food bowl, tracking the food everywhere, and shits then walks through that, tracking it into the food bowl and all over the floor... It looks a lot like the ugly motherfucker dog you see on my page here. I wanted so bad to put it down while he was away....You have no idea.  Anyway I kept the wretched thing alive so he wouldn't be upset when he got back home. Then he's got this other asshole dog that is about 5 years old stealing the blind one's food all the time. And they both piss and shit everywhere - the big one would even shit on the couch. I know it's that one cuz the half-dead one can't get up there. And go there twice a day to let them out. So, yeah, I've been in hell, my friends -- HELL. And I have this sick feeling that it SO ain't over yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-109708982193630135?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109708982193630135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109708982193630135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109708982193630135' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-109467224423885483</id><published>2004-09-08T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T12:37:24.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This occurs to me: Dogs are the most insipid, slavish animal there is. Because of this absolute servility, those social misfits who have some aberrant psychological need for this slavish devotion actually elevate these animals to a godlike status. Sort of a "they are so servile that they are better than human" mentality. They actually worship these animals. They'd never admit it, but that's what the bottom line is: idolatry. Worshipping a &lt;i&gt;dog&lt;/i&gt;. Now if that isn't totally fucked up both mentally AND spiritually, I dunno what is! Man that makes me feel like puking. &lt;br /&gt;But could that be a way to get an upper hand? Somehow getting Dogworshipping recognized as a religion, and therefore they can be sued for forcing their Dogworshipping shit down peoples throats. Just like any other religion, maaaan: you have no right to force ME to worship what YOU worship. *hmmmm....*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-109467224423885483?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109467224423885483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109467224423885483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109467224423885483' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-109406512688647598</id><published>2004-09-01T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:01:32.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! First off, in response to the Join Me posting which refers to some park somewhere in which a bunch of dogs got poisoned: I refer you to this site's Disclaimer, right under the picture of that cute little doggie-woggie. &lt;br /&gt;Now to the news of the day -&lt;br /&gt;I got permanently banned from a Citizen Canine forum today, for (silly me!) pointing out that people are more important than dogs. To prove my point I referred to the U.S. Constitution as not once mentioning dogs, also the Bible and the Qur'an, both of which are about loving people and humanity, not dogs, and in fact view dogs as vile and wretched creatures. Hey, they can't handle the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"love me, love my dog!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR DOG!"&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate dogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-109406512688647598?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109406512688647598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109406512688647598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109406512688647598' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-109396544631509078</id><published>2004-08-31T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T08:33:07.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Here's an article written by Vern Faulkner, editor of a Canadian newspaper:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Think Dog Problem in Esquimalt is Bad? Saanich is Worse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;by Vern Faulkner&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a tragic fact that many adults in the community can't read or understand simple informative graphics. Take dog owners, for example. A stunning proportion seem utterly incapable of reading simple signs for comprehension: signs like, "pick up after your dog," "dogs must be on a leash" and (my personal favourite sign of non-compliance these days) "no dogs allowed." The latter seems often to be interpreted as "I'm going to let you off your leash now, Rover, go chase some two-year-olds if they're out there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost any time on a Saturday or a Sunday, off-leash dogs roam freely on the eastern side of Saxe Point Park: the owners of said dogs apparently too ill-educated to comprehend the myriad signs completely banning dogs from that area of the park. On rare occasions, when dogs aren't obviously and immediately present in the "no dog" zone, junior detectives might need a little more sleuthing time to prove the presence of dogs - about as long as it takes to find little scatological bundles testifying to Fido's recent passing. For the most part, far too many dog owners treat their precious pooch's posterior product the same way their dogs do: once done, it's forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, before too many loyal Esquimaltonians blow a gasket, I should point out that compared to other areas of the Capital Region, Esquimalt has very progressive dog-control laws, and most people seem well aware of not only the laws but the boundaries of common decency. In Saanich, off-leash and uncontrolled dogs present a very real danger, a danger not yet grasped by either police or politicians. A dog bit a woman in Saanich last week - not the first, nor the last time. Despite repeated pleas for action, police and politicians still do nothing to protect public safety. Four times in the past four years, dogs chased or attacked my eight-year-old daughter while she played in Saanich playgrounds. Surprisingly, one police dispatch operator refused to send officers to deal with an off-leash dog running through a playground until there was an actual injury: kind of like having a man-with-gun call ignored until someone lay dead of bullet wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For that reason alone, I heartily recommend parents in Saanich bring their children to Esquimalt playgrounds, which are much safer by far. As proof, no off-leash dogs ever chase my child in Esquimalt. In fact, apart from isolated incidents, most dogs seem well under control. That's likely because a large number of dog owners in the community know the regulations mandating leashes for dogs in public areas. It's not like Esquimalt is anti-dog, either. The community reserves specific places such as the west side of Saxe Point Park, where off-leash dogs can romp freely around the forest. Even if somebody ventures into a no-dog area with Fluffy, like the aforementioned part of Saxe Point or Kinsmen-Gorge Park (where dogs are also not allowed) there's not much of a problem if Fluffy is on a leash. Sure, taking a leashed dog into a no-dog zone doesn't meet the letter of the law perhaps, but a leashed Fluffy presents minimal harm to the rest of the community. As opposed, for example, to a large mutt set free last week within yards of a toddler in diapers testing a playground, or the two dog owners that let their respective off-leash animals have a running fight through a family picnic in the no-dog area of Saxe Point Park earlier this year. Then I ponder the charming couple that brought their unleashed dog into the no-dog area of Memorial Park last month and showed no small reluctance in retrieving their animal from the midst of a family party complete with children. They were most impolite, indeed suggesting that the complainants perform what can best be described as an act of a physically impossible and morally questionable nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, that sort of inability to deal with others shouldn't come as a shock from people with no qualms over the potential for their uncontrolled 60-pound dog chasing a 30-pound child in a public park. While rare, such instances do illustrate that some - but not all - dog owners express no concern for public safety. Signs and graphics aren't enough. Generally speaking, regulations governing dogs in the Capital Region are lax and ill enforced. As proof, patrolling Victoria police officers frequently ignore the usual complement of canines in the no-dog zones of Saxe Point Park. Forging strong laws is a challenge, since every time the Capital Regional District or some other right-minded council tries to establish reasonable regulations, a gathering of frothing dog lobbyists cry oppression. Even recently, a gathering of pooch owners protested CRD regulations mandating dogs be on-leash in Thetis Park, bleating about the affront to their dignity and the impositions on their poor, misunderstood dogs. Yet, if a black bear chased those same lobbyists, they would flood the region with cries for more animal control regulations. Ponder, for a moment, the size, weight and speed of a black bear: about twice the size of an average adult. Compare that to the size, weight and speed of a black lab: about twice the size of the average preschooler. Or, in other terms, think of unleashing a black bear in the local coffee shop as reasonable comparison to a black lab running amok through a playground of preschoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The former is shocking to conceive, the latter all-too-frequent. Until parents can let their children play in no-dog parks and playgrounds without fear of dogs chasing them, politicians must press for stronger laws and stiffer penalties. Then again, if more dog owners learned how to read simple signs, there wouldn't be a problem in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vern Faulkner is the editor of the Esquimalt News&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-109396544631509078?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109396544631509078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109396544631509078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109396544631509078' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-109388007896340873</id><published>2004-08-30T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T08:34:38.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey I was reading the paper yesterday and what do I see? there's some new fancy-ass shop opened up the next town over.&lt;br /&gt;Know what's it's called? &lt;b&gt;"WOOF"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what it sells? It a BAKERY FOR DOGS! What the fuck, Maaaan! How does a filthy asshole dog rate a special BAKERY?? These flaming dog-loving idiots are getting wayyy out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out this blog excerpt that one of our members (thanks dude!) showed me. It defines these goddamn dogloving retards to a Tee. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friday, July 16, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="108998975849806403"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Hate Dogs&lt;br /&gt;I may be known as the guy who hates dogs in my apartment building but it's not true. This stems from a complaint letter I wrote to the Co-op Board about a woman on my floor who lets her dog run around the building without a leash. It once even ran into my apartment and jumped onto my bed. I repeatedly reminded her of the house rule that states that all pets on the premises must be on leashes but she would disregard it when she thought I had left the building for work.   It's not that I hate dogs. I don't. Dogs are cool. I just don't appreciate people letting their dogs come up to me to sniff me or  jump on me.  It seems to me that dog owners are some of the most inconsiderate people I've ever met and have very little sense of their own personal boundaries or of other's personal boundaries. I see people taking their dogs with them to restaurants - which I find personally disgusting. My neighbors bring their dogs into the supermarket with no regard to the laws around animals and food. Bringing dog's into restaurants and supermarkets, deli's, bakeries, et al is a health code violation in New York City. I once got into an argument with a woman who brought her dog into the Sweetheart Bakery on Greenwich Avenue in Manhattan. "Everyone else does it!" was her response.   Another one of my neighbors has a doberman pincher which, from all appearances, is friendly. The guy keeps it on one of those retractable leashes which he never retracts. He lets the dog wander where it wants to. One day it wandered up to my crotch and began sniffing. "It's okay, he's friendly." "Umm, I'm friendly too but how would you like me to come up and sniff your crotch inasmuch as I may want to?" I don't think he knew how to respond to that. He pulled the dog back.  The elevator door opened and I got in. End of story.   Word gets around. The dog owners now see me and turn away or pull their leashes back. I must be known as the guy who hates dog now. But I don't. Really I don't.&lt;br /&gt;posted by Brooklyn Bridge Blogger at &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://lancheros.com/eyeblog/2004/07/i-dont-hate-dogs.html"&gt;7:32 AM&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that "Love me, love my dog" attitude. Makes me puke, maaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR DOG!" &lt;br /&gt;Go lay down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; I HATE DOGS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-109388007896340873?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109388007896340873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109388007896340873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109388007896340873' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-109024538118234586</id><published>2004-07-19T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T07:09:52.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok it's Saturday afternoon, I'm walking with GF, who is walking Shithead the Dog.&amp;nbsp; Here comes the girl from down the street, minding her own business, walking her medium-sized white dog, who is also minding its own business. Well, GF's dog sees the other dog and immediately&amp;nbsp;launches into this fucking FIT OF HYSTERICAL VICIOUSNESS, the likes of which I have NEVER seen in a dog before, trying to get to this other animal! Luckily GF has her&amp;nbsp;asshole dog in a harness with a strip thing around the nose.&amp;nbsp; GF's&amp;nbsp;animal is snarling, barking, yelping, making all sorts of the creepiest demon-possessed sounds a dog can make, his back&amp;nbsp;hairs all standing on end, all the while pulling and struggling&amp;nbsp; with all his might to attack this other dog, who is standing there like a deer in the headlights, petrified.&amp;nbsp; GF's dog was literally jumping up like a hooked trout, like 4 feet off the ground,&amp;nbsp;and violently squirming and wriggling trying to get free of the harness and go after this other dog!!&amp;nbsp; What the FUCK, Maaaan??&amp;nbsp;GF had to reel him back in as hard as she could and almost got dragged. She finally had to wrestle this gaddamn insane animal down&amp;nbsp;and sit on him with both knees on his neck, to get him under control!! And the look on the poor girls face! Horrified! She picked up her dog and got away as fast as she could.&amp;nbsp; Yeah we're the new neighbors.... glad to meet ya.&amp;nbsp; Jesus Christ!&amp;nbsp; Well,&amp;nbsp;I was totally mortified, and walked away from the scene, disgusted, and left GF to deal with her asshole dog.&amp;nbsp; AND YOU WONDER WHY I HATE THAT FUCKING DOG????!!!&amp;nbsp; I HATE THAT&amp;nbsp;DOG NOW MORE THAN EVER. W'e're going to get a really bad rep in that neighborhood, if that dog stays. We already DO, most likely. I hope that neighbor girl calls the animal control officer. If he shows up at my door when GF is not home, I'm GIVING him that shitty useless vicious&amp;nbsp;dog, and he's NOT going to leave without it! Take him to the pound and shoot him up full of whatever it is you shoot'em up with, and get RID of that animal once and for all! Fuck HIM! If he got loose he would've torn up that other dog and maybe the girl, too! THEN what?? Huh?? &lt;b&gt;THEN WHAT?? If someone gets hurt, and I end up in court over this dog, then this blog will be my proof that I have nothing to do with this animal, have always hated it, &amp;nbsp;and have wanted it&amp;nbsp;put away a long time ago.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;GF can take the heat - Tough shit, Baby.&amp;nbsp; You want it, you've GOT it. I'm done. I'm not playing anymore. That dog goes, &amp;nbsp;before something bad happens. The hard way or the easy way, I don't give a shit- he GOES. I WILL NOT HAVE A VICIOUS ANIMAL IN MY HOME. NO FUCKING WAY, MAAAN! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-109024538118234586?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109024538118234586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/109024538118234586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109024538118234586' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108972080269729313</id><published>2004-07-13T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T06:47:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;READ THIS:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's come to my attention that there's some murmuring amongst all yooz readers that I should "just get rid of my dog" and "why do you own a dog then if you hate them so much?".&lt;br /&gt;First of all, for the millionth time: &lt;b&gt; IT'S NOT MY DOG!&lt;/B&gt; Believe me, I would not be so fucking stupid as to own an animal I hate. It's sheer misery as well as complete stupidity! It belongs to G.F. and we own a house together. Now, G.F. absolutely refuses to shitcan that friggin' defective dog, and believe me, we constantly fight about it. Bottom line is this, folks: I WILL NOT BE RUN OUT OF MY OWN HOME BY A GODDAMN DOG! If someone's going, it's that asshole DOG, goddamn it! Every single day I try to think of some way to get rid of it. I am So, So sick of the stink, the noise, the filth... you have no idea. The thing stinks, it's fucking up the house, it's destructive, it's useless, and it's neurotic, incessant barking has made us no friends. One of these nights the neighborhood's going to surround the place with torches and pitchforks, maaaaaan!   &lt;br /&gt;So to reiterate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) IT IS NOT MY DOG. &lt;br /&gt;(2) I WANT TO GET RID OF IT SO BAD I'M GETTING ULCERS OVER IT.&lt;br /&gt;(3) I REFUSE TO BE RUN OUT OF MY OWN HOME BY A DOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt; I hate dogs!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108972080269729313?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108972080269729313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108972080269729313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108972080269729313' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108911478321409749</id><published>2004-07-06T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T04:53:17.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He did it again - he fucking DID IT AGAIN, only worse this time. The 4th of July we had fireworks at night nearby. We went out to watch them with a few beers, and were coming back in for some serious between-the-sheets funtime. So we walk in the door and the shithead dog is freaked out over the fireworks noise. I'm like Oh great... so I go to the bedroom and Yeah... he's broken in again. And this time he's PISSED ALL OVER THE CARPET AND THE BED!!!!  Yeah, he fucking ruined the night. Sonofa bitch DOG. GF had to get out the carpet cleaner crap and strip down the bed and everything, and well that's JUST SO FUCKING ROMANTIC isn't it, you lousy stinking cowardly asshole DOG. Happy fucking 4th to you too, you shithead animal. You&lt;b&gt; ruined my night&lt;/b&gt;, goddamn it, &lt;b&gt; are ruining my house&lt;/b&gt;,  and you're &lt;b&gt;ruining my life!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And folks, I'm gonna make a prediction here: I'll bet anything that now he knows he can get thru that door, and he's got his stinking filthy piss smell in there now, he's gonna be getting in that bedroom every fucking day to sleep on MY GODDAMN BED. I'm ready to fucking KILL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I HATE DOGS and &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; one most of all!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108911478321409749?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108911478321409749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108911478321409749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108911478321409749' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108876702361296310</id><published>2004-07-02T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T04:17:03.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That stupidass motherfucker DOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning there's a cool thunderstorm and that shithead brave house protector dog freaks out over it and comes to the bedroom door, furiously scrabbling and scratching at it to get in and hide!! So he finally breaks into the room and is jumping all over the bed trying to hide. It takes like 20 minutes to get hime the FUCK out of that bedroom. I had to literally pick that stupid fucking animal up by the neck and physically throw him out! And to top it all off he FUCKED UP that bedroom door really bad, deep scratches all over the place.... JESUS I AM SO FUCKING FURIOUS RIGHT NOW I COULD STRANGLE THAT MOTHERFUCKER WITH MY BARE HANDS!!!!!  Now I have to look at that goddamn damage for ever. Stupid sonofabitch coward asshole DOG. He's filthed up the carpet now he's going after the doors. I should make GF buy a new door (and carpet) and take it out of the dogfood money. Starve, you lousy fucker. Eat your own left leg for all I care FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;And in case you're wondering, I'll say it again:  NO IT'S NOT MY GOD DAMN DOG. If it were I'd have ditched that shitty animal years ago.&lt;br /&gt;                      I HATE DOGS (And I'm being nice about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108876702361296310?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108876702361296310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108876702361296310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108876702361296310' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108843951304565982</id><published>2004-06-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T09:18:33.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, here it is the end of June, Summer Solstice is passed, the days are getting shorter already now. I planted some stuff in the veggie garden couple of weeks ago. This garden is fenced in, mind you. I go out there the other day, and there's DOG footprints all over in the garden, and the rows are all dug up!!! WHAT THE FUCK!? Some shitty dog actually purposefully jumped over this 3 &amp; a half foot fence specifically to get into this little 10x15 foot garden and dig holes in it!!! And who owns this shithead dog, goddamn it? No, it's NOT some other animal because the footprints are DOG! Some lousy stupid motherfucking DOG! And it wasn't the retard asshole dog I have to live with, because he's always tied up now (because the neighbors were complaining about him - they're good people!) and the footprints are too big. I'm plagued by these INSANE USELESS DESTRUCTIVE STINKING FILTHY ASSHOLE DOGS! Is there no PEACE anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor guy came over the other day and warned us that he'd seen a coyote the next street over, and to watch out for "our" dog (It's NOT MY DOG. It if were my dog I'd have chucked it in the pound years ago) it might get attacked (even though he's bigger?). Great, now I have to deal with some fucking wild ass dogs now too. But I'm hoping it'll work out like this: The coyotes come and get the shitty defective dog I live with and tear his ass apart, and then I get to shoot them for being vicious bloodthirsty wild animals -- everybody wins! 'cept the dogs of course, but who gives a flying fuck? hmmm...How do I attract coyotes? Kinda like hiring  a hit-man. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I HATE DOGS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108843951304565982?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108843951304565982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108843951304565982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108843951304565982' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108663077957006863</id><published>2004-06-07T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T10:53:14.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has got to be the Incident Of the Year: I'm hanging out on my porch the other day. The neighbors across the way who have one of those shitty little furry varmint-type dogs have company: a couple and this huge fucking rottwiler (yeah the spelling's wrong, but it's a dog -- who gives a shit?). I guess the dude's some wannabee tuffguy -  But he got castrated by his momma or his woman or both so he makes up for it with a dog, you know they type. Dumb as a stump too as you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... This tiny dog and the rott are playing in the yard while the folks are hanging out talking. So they get to going inside and that moron tuffguy somehow attaches the little fucker to the now resting big-ass dog's collar with a cord of some kind, about fifteen feet or so long.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you know it...This is so hard to write, I'm STILL dying laughing...The lady opens the door to go in, and the cat runs out the door, sees the rott and takes off thru the hedge and down the street like it's on fucking fire! The rott sees the cat and of course TAKES OFF like a SHOT after it!!! O my GOD !!! I couldn't believe it! it was like a Warner Brothers cartoon!!! The little dog is standing there like an ass watching the commotion until the slack is all taken up, then WHAMMO! he gets taken on the ride of his miserable little life!! That dog is literally SAILING thru the air, bouncing, off the ground, pulled thru the hedge, dragged down the street, whacking off of stuff, scrabbling to right itself, pulled full-blast by that fucking rott-dog!!! Meanwhile all four of the people are runnign after the dogs yeling and the lady screaming MY DOG! MY DOG!! And the Stupid fucking idiot tuffguy yelling BUZZBEE STOP !! BUZZBEE HALT!! at the top of his lungs! Of course the dog doesn't listen-they never fucking listen. Probably spent hundreds on obedience training. Shitload of good it did. Holey SHIIIT maaaaaan! If I had a video camera I'd have won the Funniest Home Video show! Anyway, I don't know what happened, They didn't come back for a while and I had to go out so I dunno when they got back, or if they still have that useless fucking rat-dog, or what. But it was the single most hysterically funny thing I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's made your day, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAAATE DOGGGSSS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108663077957006863?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108663077957006863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108663077957006863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108663077957006863' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108620457135456553</id><published>2004-06-02T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T12:33:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two in one day! yyeahhh... I've got nuttin' to do....&lt;br /&gt;Hey check out this song - It'll be my theme from now on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Dogs&lt;br /&gt;(Lyrics by Jerome A. Holst, © 2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse) [Easy-going guitar strum]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see&lt;br /&gt;People walking dogs&lt;br /&gt;Want to pull out a gun&lt;br /&gt;Slaughter them all&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs &lt;br /&gt;(Verse) &lt;br /&gt;On a nice spring day&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Step in something squishy&lt;br /&gt;Man that burns my ass&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs &lt;br /&gt;(Verse) &lt;br /&gt;Strolling down a road&lt;br /&gt;On a peaceful day&lt;br /&gt;Minding my own business&lt;br /&gt;When a growl comes my way&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs &lt;br /&gt;(Verse) &lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm mean&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm bad&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;It don't make me sad&lt;br /&gt;I (still) hate dogs &lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs&lt;br /&gt;...Here Kitty Kitty&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Jerome A Holst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2002 Jerome A Holst. All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;(Played to a soft easy-going strumming guitar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108620457135456553?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108620457135456553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108620457135456553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108620457135456553' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108619806713408485</id><published>2004-06-02T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T10:41:07.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! &lt;br /&gt;MAAAAN, it's been way too long since the last post! &lt;br /&gt;But I think I've redeemed myself: Check out the I HATE DOGS Community Forum I've set up ( The link is on the main page here). YOU TOO can Vent your DogHate shit in there, give advice to others who have problems with a fucking dog or it's asshole owner, plus there's a forum especially for exposing what I call The Canine Conspiracy! We've all been brainwashed since childhood by the "man's best friend" line of bullshit. Now it's time to stand up &amp; think for ourselves! Dogs are parasites, Maaaan! They don't give back NEARLY enough to society to make up for their disgusting, filthy habits, or tearing the face off of a defenseless child, or mangling an elderly person! I've noticed lately in my Webjourneys that there's a small but fast-growing underground movement of DogHaters worldwide, particularly in Europe. I've also noticed most Americans are presently cowed by the highly political pro-animal movement and are afraid to voice their opinions for fear of public derision, witchhunts, and general blackballing for their anti-dog views... Yeah this is your America folks. A Fucking DOG has the run of America, can shit in your yard, destroy your property, run right over your Constitutional right to live in peace &amp; quiet, even murder your child, and just walk away. But don't you complain...noooo... He's "just a dog", after all. He doesn't know wany better, poor puppywuppy. THEY DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER THEN GET THEM OFF THE FUCKING STREETS, ALL YOU GODDAMN STUPIDASS ANIMAL FREAKS!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Enough of my rambling -- I want to hear from yooz all. Go check out the forum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I HATE DOGS!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108619806713408485?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108619806713408485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108619806713408485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108619806713408485' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108454462499905880</id><published>2004-05-14T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T07:28:47.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Tells It All So Perfectly... Read on:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I hate my dog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Reply to: anon-19627844@craigslist.org&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thu Nov 20 04:19:41 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is a big giant asshole. She is one year old and I have spent every available minute with her when I am not at work. She sleeps with me, she runs errands with me, and I put her stupid photo on my friggin christmas card last year. Despite my love and attention she has done the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eaten seventeen pairs of panties, ten of which cost more than fifteen dollars a pair &lt;br /&gt;2) Chewed the legs off the new furniture after I've fallen asleep at night &lt;br /&gt;3) Ripped out two sago palms worth roughly forty dollars each &lt;br /&gt;4) Eaten four T-bone steaks directly off the grill &lt;br /&gt;5) Pissed in my new late model SUV while I was in the grocery store (less than ten minutes each visit) not once, not twice, but THREE times. &lt;br /&gt;6) Shit in my friend's car who swore that I just needed "a little time out" from her...TWICE &lt;br /&gt;7) Ripped out every cactus I planted BY HAND into a little bed in the backyard when I sent her out for a pee-pee break. &lt;br /&gt;8) Shit IN THE SINK in my guest bathroom, when I put her in there briefly b/c a neighbor's child showed up unexpectedly &lt;br /&gt;9) Dug a hole entirely surrounding my A/C unit, thereby rendering it structurally unstable &lt;br /&gt;10) Ate a stick of butter unattended on the kitchen counter and diarrhea'd all over the carpet the whole night while I was sleeping &lt;br /&gt;11) Ate a first edition P.J. O'Rourke signed book--simply unforgivable &lt;br /&gt;12) Blasted shit OUT OF her kennel through the bars of her doggie cage while a friend dog-sat her. I am not kidding--she literally put her ass against the bars and expelled crap so that it went across the kitchen floor. Our friendship nearly ended over this incident. &lt;br /&gt;13) I found another unsuspecting friend to dog sit and she conspired with his dog--who had a rudimentary working knowledge of the neighborhood layout--to travel to within a mile of the local shelter, thereby ensuring their capture. &lt;br /&gt;14) There is so much more: the drawings my children made that she ate while I was folding laundry ten feet way, the lanterns in the garden that were destroyed by a whip of the tail...so much more.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't think that I don't pay enough attention or that I should take the time to train her. I've done both. She is fully trained to both whistle and hand commands. She has more toys than most children, and she sleeps in my bed at night. She's just evil and destructive. And don't bother sending me flaming emails about responsible pet ownership, I'll just delete them because you have NO IDEA what it is like to live with a dog who dedicates its life to destroying all that you hold dear. My little four-legged terrorist is bored, angry, whatever...I don't care. THIS NEEDS TO STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and BTW, just got a call that she somehow dug out of the yard (which is ringed in concrete) to make a not-so-incredible five mile journey to the local junior college. The person who has her currently has reassured us that "God loves us" but we need to get our shitty dog right away before she sends her to the pound. I think that God works in mysterious ways and our shitty dog is with her for a reason that we mere mortals should not question. PS/ If this is you that found our shitty dog--please stop calling. Thank you and good luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if she comes back and you are looking for a companion pet, she is free to a good home. Please respond ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel your pain, my friend....I feel your pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I HATE DOGS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108454462499905880?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108454462499905880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108454462499905880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108454462499905880' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108375583780686953</id><published>2004-05-05T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T04:21:42.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so now the weather is warmer and the dog has got these fucking disgusting fat blood engorged TICKS all over him!!!! &lt;br /&gt;GF doesn't know how to get them off it, or doesn't want to deal with it, I don't know which, and I'm like GET THEM OFF HIM BEFORE THEY DROP OFF IN THE HOUSE !!! THEY'LL BE LAYING EGGS ALL OVER THE PLACE! I had one biting my ear, GF found one in the bed --- disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;What a goddam sick revolting filthy animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had it up to &lt;b&gt;Here&lt;/b&gt; with that dog. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108375583780686953?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108375583780686953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108375583780686953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108375583780686953' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108332425184091033</id><published>2004-04-30T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T04:33:03.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice. Real nice. A beautiful, innocent little girl is dead because of DOG SHIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dog-fouled beach linked to child death&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Experts say dog mess could have been the source of infection &lt;br /&gt;A dog-fouled beach may have been the cause of an outbreak of E.coli which resulted in the death of one child and kidney damage in another, according to a BBC documentary. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Up Close: Written in the Sands - was dog excrement the source of Heather's infection? &lt;br /&gt;Close Up: Written in the Sands - due to be screened in the Midlands and the South West on BBC2 at 7.30pm on Thursday - investigates the death of Heather Preen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eight-year-old, from Rednall in Birmingham, died on 8 August this year - 12 days into a family holiday to Dawlish Warren in south Devon. &lt;br /&gt;She had been infected with E.coli 0157 - a bacteria which has only been recognised for a decade, and about which very little is known. &lt;br /&gt;However, it is known that it can only be contracted by ingesting infected excrement. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Heather Preen died 12 days into her holiday &lt;br /&gt;There is no cure for the infection, which can cause haemolytic uremic syndrome - poisoning of the body's cells, which can result in kidney failure, brain damage and death. &lt;br /&gt;Food was very quickly ruled out as the source of Heather's infection. &lt;br /&gt;Nine further cases of poisoning soon came to the attention of the authorities, including Louise Edwards of Dudley, who suffered kidney failure. &lt;br /&gt;These came from three families who had all been in the same area of Dawlish Warren beach on the same day. &lt;br /&gt;The waters off the beach were tested for the E.coli strain after they were notified of Heather's case, but nothing was found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Hugh Pennington: "Dogs more than a theoretical source of infection" &lt;br /&gt;Environmental health officers eventually concluded that the infection may have been brought to the beach by an animal, possibly a dog. &lt;br /&gt;Barrie Trevena, and environmental health officer who has conducted a three year study into the infection, told programme makers that it was "highly likely" that a dog could have been a host for the bacteria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "It does seem that all of the children were in a very localised area on this beach. &lt;br /&gt;"If there was some contamination of the sand by some dog excrement or maybe another child who'd had diarrhoea ... that excrement probably got onto the hands of the children." &lt;br /&gt;Professor Hugh Pennington, an expert in E.coli 0157 who investigated Britain's worst outbreak in Scotland in 1996, said: "Dogs can pick up E.coli 0157 by coming into contact, for example, with cow pats. &lt;br /&gt;An invisible amount of excrement is sufficient to cause infection &lt;br /&gt;"They can carry it mechanically on their feet, or can become infected and excrete [infected faeces]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs are definitely more than a theoretical source of infection." &lt;br /&gt;According to Dr Mark Taylor of Birmingham Children's Hospital, E.coli infections cause kidney damage in about 200 children a year in Britain. Of those, five or six die. &lt;br /&gt;He said: "You've got a child who was well a few days ago, had what appeared to be a trivial illness and then they are acutely ill and needing very specialist treatment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The terrifying thing is to see is a child who has got this condition. They start to become irritable or vacant, or not know their parents, then very quickly they can have fits and they become comatosed. All this happens in just a few hours."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate dogs. And I HATE  you bastard owners who think it's your God-given right to leave your precious animal's filth in the middle of a public place. How &lt;b&gt;dare&lt;/b&gt; you -- HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I CAME OVER TO YOUR HOUSE EVERY DAY AND SHIT ON YOUR LIVING ROOM FLOOR????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108332425184091033?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108332425184091033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108332425184091033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108332425184091033' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108323774566713980</id><published>2004-04-29T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T04:31:05.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeah check this out: We're leaving the house going down the road. I decide to go back and get something I should bring with me. Less than 90 seconds, I'm back home, and I walk through the door. The goddam dog Has ALREADY torn into the trash, despite both a latch AND a chair in front of the door!!! !*^%!&amp;%#&amp;!^%#@!#%%! He's on the rug chowing down on some slimey piece of something with trash everywhere! LESS THAN 90 SECONDS. That animal had to have dove into it the second we closed the front door. I was fucking raging, maaaaan. Whipped my keys right at his wormy ass. Sonofabitch DOG!&lt;br /&gt;So long story short, I pick up all the shit, and leave again, but not before I latch the trash up again and put TWO chairs in front of the door this time. And GF's like "what's wrong", so I tell her and  it's "oh, he's just upset that we're not there." So fucking what? That animal can't handle being in the house, he's not going to &lt;b&gt;BE&lt;/b&gt; in the house!!!!!And if YOU can't give him the attention you think poor five-year-old-puppie-fucking-wuppie needs, then GIVE HIM TO SOMEONE WHO CAN, GODDAM IT!&lt;br /&gt;So, we get back a few hours later. &lt;i&gt;He's gotten into it AGAIN.&lt;/i&gt; I am SO Pissed off right now. I FUCKING HATE DOGS SO BAD YOU HAVE NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;Plus later that night I dreamed (DREAMED, all you pussy animal rights assholes out there)I beat that shithead dog into oblivion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108323774566713980?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108323774566713980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108323774566713980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108323774566713980' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108315085265024126</id><published>2004-04-28T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T04:23:32.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey -- You know what's worse than watching a cat gak up his entire breakfast plus hairball at 6 am in the middle of the kitchen while you're trying to eat breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Yyeahhh... Watching a sickass dog chowing down on that warm fresh catpuke as soon as it hits the floor. Now it's my turn to blow chunks. Here doggie doggie -- you can lap up my vomit too..... mmmmmm ain't that just yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I HATE DOGS!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108315085265024126?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108315085265024126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108315085265024126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108315085265024126' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108263328845542450</id><published>2004-04-22T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T04:32:15.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this new TV show I watch: Animal Faceoff, it's about what would happen if 2 animals had a fight, who'd win. They make these computer generated animals using established info about their attributes and then they program a fight to see who'll win.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night it was between a Cougar and a Wolf. Do I need to say who my money was on? Yeah-the Cougar! A cougar can beat the shit out of a lame ass wolf any day. And I was right. The Cougar fucking TORE UP that asshole wolf!!! That was way cool! YEAHHHH! The cougar grabbed the wolf around the neck and ripped him up with that back feet action like you see housecats do sometimes. WHOA! &lt;br /&gt;So I just though I'd share that with yooz all. I HATE DOGS (and that includes wolves!)!!!! SLAM that fucker down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108263328845542450?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108263328845542450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108263328845542450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108263328845542450' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108246309815057993</id><published>2004-04-20T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T05:26:11.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! &lt;br /&gt;Just last night negotiations opened for getting rid of that useless stinking sack of worms!! I'm so totally blown away! I'll tell yoooz all more as the situation unfolds.It won't happen &lt;b&gt;BAMMMM!&lt;/b&gt; immediately, but the deal's been put on the table!! There's hope!&lt;u&gt;WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/u&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I &lt;i&gt;HATE&lt;/i&gt; DOGS!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108246309815057993?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108246309815057993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108246309815057993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108246309815057993' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-108239355484745216</id><published>2004-04-19T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T10:10:58.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, ok, I haven't posted in a while. So shoot me like a dog in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got the Official thumbs-up from THL.org (thanks dudes and dude-ettes!) so now I'm a Real Hate Site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... what's new in the world of Doghate? ... hmmm....lemme think.... oh yeah: DOGS SUCK ASS. Not  new but nonetheless true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! lemme address the issue brought up in a response to one of my postings, that I abuse the fucking ass dog I live with: &lt;i&gt;What are you an idiot? When a dog has a habit of jumping up on people, some of the best trainers in the country will tell you to give it a knee in the stomach -- THAT"S WHERE I GOT THE IDEA! And Guess What????? IT WORKED! DUH! Shithead dog got the message in only two tries.(So shut the fuck up and don't call ME an animal abuser!)&lt;/i&gt; But the owner won't do that, so it still jumps on everyone else BUT me. Which is fine but pisses me off nonetheless because the animal dirties every single thing she puts on --- WHAM -- big dirty pawprints on her nice going-out clothes. So she looks like hell. Every Time. And then there's the people who come over. Not that they do anymore, because of this bastard animal. He jumps on them with muddy paws and their clothes are ruined. Now lately it's nice out and we are doing some gardening. Yyyyeah... he's in the flower beds digging everything up!! I spend more time chasing him off than I do planting -- what's the use??? Forget it - now no plants either. He fucked up the couch (pretty much ate it), the table, stunk &amp; filthed up the rug, now he's in the garden tearing it up too. And then he drags the dirt in with him all over the rug. What's the use? What's the fucking USE???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed last night that I got up in the morning and he had torn through the trash again, and there was a turkey carcass in pieces all over the rug and floor, with him laying there among the garbage chewing on part of it. In the dream I totally lost it and grabbed him by the collar and picked him up (mind you he's like 100 pounds) off the floor and threw him right through the closed door. I then skreemed at GF that he is not allowed in the house anymore EVER. Or I'm leaving and she can sleep with her precious shitbag dog.&lt;br /&gt;Curiously satisfying dream on several levels....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life he has been getting into the trash STILL, despite my attempts to prevent it. And in case you're one of those sicko touchy feeley types saying "awwww...the poor wittle doggie is just hungry-wungry", NO he's not. His food bowl is always full. Yeah, there's always some halfassed excuse to justify his destructiveness, except for the real reason  - He's fucking DEFECTIVE, POORLY TRAINED and NEVER DISCIPLINED. But Ohh nooo, that would be sooo mean and crewwwellll and he's just a poor little animal that doesn't understand.....FUCK YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HATE DOGS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-108239355484745216?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108239355484745216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/108239355484745216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108239355484745216' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107953597112125250</id><published>2004-03-17T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T07:15:48.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice day the other day. Dog is rolling in the dust and grass, and wants to go in now. He's covered in a thick layer of dirt dust and dead grass. GF is letting him in and I'm like "um can you brush him off first...?" So she pats off some of it says to Dirtbag Dog "...awww he's such a neat freak, mommy wuvs puppywuppy yes she does *kiss*kiss*...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm such a neat freak -- there's something wrong with me because I don't want that dirt and grass covered animal coming in and filthing up the house. I"M THE FUCKED UP ONE! Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;How much of this stupid shit am I supposed to take?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;H2&gt;&lt;i&gt;I HATE DOGS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/H2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107953597112125250?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107953597112125250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107953597112125250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107953597112125250' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107876508607045557</id><published>2004-03-08T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T09:13:47.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was nice out yesterday. The weather finally broke, so I thought, yeah I'lll go out and do a little yard work. Hum, hum hum, I go into the back yard. THERE"S DOG SHIT EVERYWHERE! and I mean &lt;i&gt;EVERYWHERE!&lt;/i&gt; I couldn't believe I got that far into the yard without stepping in it. The smell was sickening. The entire yard no more than a foot distance between piles of festering, fetid shit. I guess it's been frozen till now and therefore not rotted away into the grass. The yard is unusable, can't even rake it till all that excrement is cleaned up. WHY do people own dogs? &lt;b&gt;WHY?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And the other day the dog comes in, and I realize after a bit he's got something, and he's got it on the rug and rolling over &amp; over on it, and smearing it all over the rug and himself. Wanna know what it is? It's a piece of rotting meat from some garbage can somewhere. Rancid, rotting MEAT! And now it's on the fucking &lt;b&gt;RUG!&lt;/b&gt; I wanted to puke the stench of decaying flesh was so bad. GodDamn fucking Dog.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the cabinet door fix?? You guessed it: The fucking animal tore the cabinet open again and got the trash everywhere. Despite the new locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck am I going to DO with this sonofabitch asshole bastard fuckheaded DOG!!!? I am SO, SO sick of dealing with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate dogs.....HATE THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107876508607045557?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107876508607045557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107876508607045557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107876508607045557' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107834562622202191</id><published>2004-03-03T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T12:30:05.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busybusybusybusy! So much doghate , so little time.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog's been avoiding me like the plague. I dunno what it is- Dog ESP, maybe? Could be the idiot dog finally figured out he's going for a one way drive if he doesn't go invisible REAL quick! Maybe poor wittle woofiekins is angwy at me for fixing it so he can't tear into the garbage anymore... awww poor little FUCKHEAD SHIT BAG DOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107834562622202191?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107834562622202191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107834562622202191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107834562622202191' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107824243197539270</id><published>2004-03-02T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T07:50:08.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so the things work I put on the cabinet doors. I'm assuming they work because that filthy animal hasn't ripped thru the trash .. yet.&lt;br /&gt;I've not been home much so that defective dog hasn't been on my mind much, except for Sunday when he once again jumped up on GF and got her clothes all muddy. That's her problem. She allows it. I stopped him jumping up on me a long time ago. Whenever he'd do it I'd give the fucker a good hard knee to the belly. He doesn't do it to ME any more. HA! &lt;br /&gt;I............HATE......&lt;b&gt;DOGS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107824243197539270?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107824243197539270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107824243197539270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107824243197539270' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107790371131025597</id><published>2004-02-27T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T09:45:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO I put the things on the cabinet doors. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107790371131025597?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107790371131025597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107790371131025597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107790371131025597' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107783086071091267</id><published>2004-02-26T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T13:30:31.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went and bought something to keep the doors to the garbage closed. We were putting chairs and heavy stuff in front of them, but they don't work. And I have tried the plastic things that keep babies from getting under the sink. They didn't work. Maybe these things will. &lt;br /&gt;Went out last night. I wanted to see what fuckhead dog does when we leave. As soon as we closed the door I went to the window and he was ALREADY trying to get into the trash!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the DOG HATER'S webring. It's mine.&lt;br /&gt;Join the HATE RING. It's not mine but there's like a dozen members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107783086071091267?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107783086071091267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107783086071091267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107783086071091267' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107772945006402305</id><published>2004-02-25T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T09:23:20.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's an "Ignorant Asshole Dog-Owner" story:&lt;br /&gt;One summer day a few years ago I was walking through the local high school sports field with my two girls, my wife and her friend with her kids. Sharing the acreage was a woman out walking her sack of worms on a leash. So the kids were making their way towards the water fountain to get a drink, and I noticed the woman heading that way too. Well, she got there just ahead of the kids and instead of taking a drink herself, she gets her DOG to get up and she holds the fountain ON so that gaddamn animal could take a drink!!! MY YOUNG KIDS ARE STANDING IN LINE WAITING FOR THAT FUCKING FILTHY DOG TO FINISH DRINKING FROM THE FOUNTAIN! I was stunned, furious, speechless that this totally arrogant ignorant waste of oxygen woman would let her DOG slobber all over that fountain spigot and expect CHILDREN to drink after the DOG!!! My wife was even more outraged and approached the stupid bitch to get her to take her animal off the fountain, but that asshole just got pissed and demanded her dog has a right to drink from the fountain! She simply walked off, arrogant as all hell, leaving us digusted at the thought of drinking from that fountain ever again. Needless to say, we didn't let the kids take a drink even though they were really hot and thirsty. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so next time you're in a public park and looking for the water fountain, think twice about what's been sucking on the spigot. How many fucking idiot dog walkers did you see in the park today? Oh yeah... &lt;b&gt;I HATE DOGS&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107772945006402305?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107772945006402305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107772945006402305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107772945006402305' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107764135326912617</id><published>2004-02-24T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T08:57:25.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so we go out to the market, and we come home and yeah... say it with me , folks: *garbage all over the floor*. Torn up paper and stuff everywhere. So what else is new...? &lt;br /&gt;You know what gets me? He waits until we are gone before he does it. You know what that tells me? It tells me 1) He &lt;b&gt;knows&lt;/b&gt; he's not supposed to go thru the trash and 2) That he knows &lt;b&gt;when&lt;/b&gt; he can get away with it. &lt;br /&gt;He got into the garbage once not too long ago when he thought I wasn't around. I snuck up behind him while his miserable stinking drooling dog-head was in the deep in the garbage can and I put my shoe right up his wormy ass nice and hard. Bastard dog... Scared the shit out of him. He couldn't get out of there fast enough. HA! He since then waits for no one to be around, then he does it. I HATE THAT FUCKING DOG.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107764135326912617?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107764135326912617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107764135326912617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107764135326912617' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107755942034424921</id><published>2004-02-23T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:10:42.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong here, folks.... I don't hate animals. I like animals in general.  I have quite a few pets. But dogs...dogs are vile, creepy and filthy. &lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday we come home and ...gee what a surprise ! The fucking dog had torn through the trash AGAIN! It was all over the floor, all over the rug, everywhere! And GF's like "aww... you think you're so smart, you cutiee schmooty puppywuppy..." in an affectionate tone. Yeah. It's cute to see garbage all over the house. He's not a puppy and he's not cute. Fuck him. I threw the animal out. Next time we leave the house I should take the kitchen trash can and just dump it out all over the floor -- it's gonna be like that when we get home anyway. I want to set a rat-trap in the can so when that dog goes into it... &lt;b&gt;WHAM!!&lt;/B&gt; The trap slams him in the mouth. That'll fix his ass but good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107755942034424921?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107755942034424921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107755942034424921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107755942034424921' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107729823648770485</id><published>2004-02-20T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T09:33:18.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so I'm coming home from work, tired as hell, hour commute, snowy, you get the picture. I get out of my car and the fucking asshole dog from next door is running around the yard, sees me and stops dead, looking at me like "who are YOU?" and starts barking at me -- IN MY OWN YARD! Freeking slimey animal probably just finished shitting in my back yard. Like I don't already have enough rancid excrement all over the place from the GF's dog . So anyway...this one's in my yard, barking at me. I stomp down on the ground like I was going to chase him and he runs away. Coward bitch dog. I wish he did try something. Go on - give me an excuse to fucking strangle you with my bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;So I get in the door and kick the GF's dog out. The neighbor's dog is off down the street and GF's sees this bitchdog and hunches up into this freaky position like a scared cat and starts humping the air. He's walking around the yard doing this! What a freak show. Why do people have dogs? They make me sick. One second they're licking their own shit off their ass, then they'll walk over to the nearest person and lick their face! And the response is "awww... so cuuuute!" That is Putridly disgusting. I wanna puke, maaaan. And GF's dog will go over to the catbox and eat all the dried up litter encrusted catshit!!! I've even seen him out in the yard eating his OWN days-old shit!! WHY do people own dogs?????? They ought to be banned from society except for special cases like seeing eye dogs, or Police/Military use. There is no excuse good enough to have these animals around otherwise. People should be fined for owning them, or made to pay a huge tax to keep one and even then there should be severe restrictions, like the owner must have a completely fenced in yard and the dog not allowed to leave that yard ever. If he does, it's legal to shoot him on sight.  And if he gets three barking violations, he gets his vocal cords removed by court order, or put to sleep, owner's choice. Yeahhhhh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107729823648770485?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107729823648770485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107729823648770485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107729823648770485' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107712586025737684</id><published>2004-02-18T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:01:05.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey check out the links I just added!&lt;br /&gt;All great Doghate sites!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107712586025737684?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107712586025737684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107712586025737684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107712586025737684' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107712485286543455</id><published>2004-02-18T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T11:52:48.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so I haven't posted in a while. I've been trying to figure out how to post grafix of some reeeely butt-ugly dogs. I found 'em on Google via a "Ugly Dog" search. You've gotta see these fuckin' animals!!! Raunchy Wretched Stinking dogs. Evil and useless parasites.&lt;br /&gt;I've got one living in my house that is constantly tearing thru the trash and spreading it all over the house. Jumps up on the car and scratches the paint. What is he doing ??? There's nobody IN THE CAR for him to be interested in it!! Lately he comes into the house after he shits to drag his ass all over the rug. Fucking animal leaves skid marks all over the rug. And he's always stealing stuff and chewing it up.... shampoo bottles, toothbrushes, bills/checks left unattended. Anything --  He's even chewed up an envelope full of cash. I can't leave anything around ... he'll eat shoes, clothes, and steal your food right off the plate if you walk away from the table for a second. And then he'll bark in the middle of the night for NO reason, just to bark. There is nothing outside but trees and grass and he wakes up the house at 3 AM like an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;And this idiot dog isn't a puppy. He's about 5 years old and about 90 pounds.  Do you wanna know how much time I've wasted at the shrink's talking about this fucking insane dog? I hate him. HATE HIM... &lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt; him. &lt;br /&gt;We can't buy a couch because he'll sleep on it and stink it up, and put that greasy, dirty gray dog dirt/shit all over it. He dug a hole in the last one. I'm not spending good money on a couch just for it to be a big dog-bed. We just moved in to this place a month ago and it already stinks like dog. I want to lose that dog so bad you have no idea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107712485286543455?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107712485286543455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107712485286543455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107712485286543455' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474307.post-107670380278252612</id><published>2004-02-13T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T13:12:47.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome to I HATE DOGS! the only place where you can air your opinions, views and gripes  and commiserate about the "man's best friend" conspiracy. OOh and it's big,  maaaaannnn... &lt;br /&gt;Why is it that people can hate cats for instance and get away with it (there's even an I Hate Cats BOOK published!) but when someone hates dogs they get hit with attitudes like "Ohhh what a sick jerk... " yadda yadda...&lt;br /&gt;Why is that?? WHY!!??  Would someone be able to publish a book titled "I HATE DOGS" and get away with it? I think not. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6474307-107670380278252612?l=belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107670380278252612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6474307/posts/default/107670380278252612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belvedereasswaddle.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107670380278252612' title=''/><author><name>Belvedere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03066858254040542757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
