Every human being is different from every other human being (except Tom Brady and Bill Belichick. They’re both Satan.) and that is what makes life interesting. We like different things. We dislike different things. PittGirl likes country music and dislikes chocolate. This makes me different than about 99% of you, right?
I’m aware that this variety is the spice of life, as they say, and I try not to judge people who like things that I don’t like. But I cannot help but watch this video of a family in the Burgh that keeps 10 dogsledding dogs in their little house and immediately want to put on a black robe, grab a gavel, slam it hard as I can on my desk and shout, “You people are freaks.”
Her husband Ray wasn’t sold on the dogs at first, but relented and has embraced the pack.
“After about the fourth one, he said he was leaving,” Mrs. Eddy says, “the fifth one, he said he was leaving. After the 10th, he hasn’t left yet, so if he does, I’ll probably replace him with a couple more dogs,” she said laughing. “He’s come a long way with loving the dogs, it’s an acquired way of living.” That’s true — now Ray loves the dogs, allowing six of them to share the couple’s queen-sized bed at night.
1. I bet their neighbors hate their collective guts.
2. With 10 big dogs, not only do you have to be willing to spend a great deal of time scooping poop, you’d have to love it so much that you want poop-scooping to be your girlfriend.
3. Ten big dogs go out in the muddy rain and then you let those same ten dogs back into your house, on your couch, on your treadmill, on your tables, and on your person? There may be a brain-eating amoeba in your future, or at least heartworms.
4. You let those dogs spend the day digging, pooping, peeing, sniffing each other’s asses, licking each other and then you let six of the dogs sleep in a queen-sized bed with you?
The only way I’m letting six sled dogs in bed with me is if David Conrad asks me to, yo. And even then I’d be all, “Okay, but first you have to hose them all off and blindfold them.”