Full Disclosure: I am mad sick in love with my dog Walter, I mean look at this face:
What kind of person would not give in to the demands of this cute, manipulative, poop factory?
Well, I am because I am not going to pay $60 to get a "Personality Assessment" for him even though I wouldn't mind knowing why he feels the need to shit on comic books, viciously eat the skeletal remains of animals found in the woods or scream at the bathroom door anytime I have to tinkle.
I would rather use that money to pay for the industrial-strength carpet cleaner that I have to buy in vats to clean up his spontaneous bouts of diarrhea.
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