My Dog, The Jerk

Hi, I'm Corey, and this is my roommate, Joel. Say hi, Joel. Hi. I have a dog, Pickle, a 3 year old Shiba Inu. For the past 3 years, I've been struggling with Pickle's various (and numerous) quirks - basically, he's an undersocialized, panophobic spaz with ADD, OCD and ED (he's neutered, after all). The ladies love him because he's perhaps the least threatening dog ever. Guys love him, well, because the ladies love him. Until recently, this paragraph would have thoroughly summarized all that is Pickle.

Then, Joel and I found out there is much more to Pickle than we ever could have imagined. See, we can't be around at all times to keep an eye on him. We always assumed he just lounged around the apartment all day, napping and licking his nether-regions. We couldn't have been more wrong.

The truth: My dog, Pickle, is an insufferable, conniving, degenerate, spiteful, gambling-drinking-sex-drug-thrill-addicted jerk.

This blog is a catalog of the photographic evidence of Pickle's path of destruction. If you have a dog who is similarly wreaking havoc on the world like a canine Charlie Sheen freebasing cocaine, please send us your photos, and know that you're not alone.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Revelation

Corey and I are addicted to Pawn Stars.  My therapist confirmed it.  Anyway, we thought it would be a prudent idea to visit a local garage sale and see if we could hit some antique gold mines.  Long story short, we didn't find much other than fake Tommy Hilfiger t-shirts and musty old board games.  Out of sheer boredom, I opened up a shoebox of old Polaroids.  After shuffling through dozens of pictures of a family vacation to Wisconsin Dells, I stumbled upon a photo that the laws of physics could not possibly explain.  With a "you look like you just woke up next to Betty White" look on my face, I approached Corey with the photo in-hand.  We couldn't have known it at the time, but what we found would change everything.



A Shiba Inu, that looks exactly like Corey's dog Pickle, in an old Polaroid with '70s-era dice-shooting pimps. ... What the hell???
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