Dear Stupid Idiot,
What part of your mind thought that this guy:
Wasn’t gonna bite, kick and hiss when you brought him to the barber?
He weighs almost as much as the small dog.
Clipper: “Does he have his claws?”
ME: “Yeah, but don’t worry; I’ll hold him… he listens to me.”
You wondering why he almost chewed your thumb off, you arrogant punk?
Demerol, Valium, Qualuudes… whatever. Knock Tank out when you wanna get him clipped. Blowing dope smoke in his face only incites the hairy bastard.