If I hadn’t had a doctor appointment this morning, this post would have been the first one fired off of my cute little fingertips.
Joey Porter’s dogs killed a miniature horse.
Somehow his dogs, a pitbull and a mastiff (would you expect the most feared man in the NFL to own anything less?), got out of a six foot high fence. I don’t know why, but I have images of the pitbull turning to the mastiff and saying, “Hey man, gimme a boost here.”
The dogs then proceeded to enter the neighbor’s yard, enter the horse pen, and kill the horse.
If I ever own a pitbull and/or a mastiff, you can be damn well sure I’ll also own a gun, for those occassions when I find the dogs looking at me with drool all over their paws and a look of, “You know, I could totally take her” on their faces. In addition, you can be sure that I would give them death-appropriate names: Scud, Spike, Stone, Thor, Look At Me Wrong And I Will Totally Eat Your Jugular.
Joey Porter chose to name his horse-eating beasts … ready? Tina and Nemo.
I hate that I am laughing at a dogs kill a horse story, but damned if I’m not chuckling a little bit at this.
Joey Porter’s dogs killed a horse.