Hey, there. Awful nice day here in Indianapolis, I tell ya what. Me and mom spent it protestin' one o' them pet stores that sells puppies. Now I guess you could say I was sorta born with a silver spoon in my mouth (the person who bred my parents was an upstandin' breeder) so I don't have first-hand experience with puppy mills and "greeders". But boy howdy, some o' these stories I've heard are just terrible! After I heard about a ten-year-old, paralyzed from the waist down dog who was still being bred, I thought "well, that just tears it!". So I told mom to round up my harness (and a few treats) 'cause I want to make my voice heard!
This is all the USDA requires greeders to provide their cash crop - oops, I mean dogs. (Don't worry, it's a stuffed animal.) Wouldn't you love to live in one o' these? Especially when some jackass puts another crate on top and the dog pees on ya 24/7?
I asked mom if the USDA stood for United States Dumb Asses. She said "close enough".
Alright, I'm signin' off now. All this rabble rousin' has wore me out. But before I go I wanna hear a great big "HELL NO, WE WON'T GO!" (to stores that sell puppies) from y'all!
Yep. Mmhmm.
