Ive been sitting here racking my brain cause I know that there are more things that i call him........
When i was younger and still lived at home with my dad we had this dog given to us by a friend of my dads. It was a mastiff/dane mix.........huge dog.........they gave him to us cause they had adopted him and he never came when called since he didn't really know his name. My dad started getting ticked off cause the dog wouldn't come to him either so he called it "sh*t for brains" one day and the dog happily got up and trotted over to my dads side. So a little while later he did it again, and yet again the dog responded. So when no one was over, we called the dog sh*t. he responded quite well. Lived to be a really old dog. But when people came over my dad didn't want us kids telling them that the dogs name was sh*t so we just told people that he had hearing problems.
Just so ya'll know, us kids were all in our teens. My dad wasn't letting us swear as little kidlets. |