Rescuing dogs is one thing; fucking around with wild assed lions is something totally different. This kind of behavior generally causes sudden death.There was a granola eating, grizzly bear loving, filthy hippie a few years back that decided he wanted to become BFFs with a 12 foot tall living bear skin rug. You know what he got out of it? He got eat the fuck up.
Yea, dogs are easier, but I have always had a desire to be with wild animals. Better judgement prevails. Thank you.
I think you should go for it. We all need goals.
^^^Listen to him. He's pre-menopausal^^^
If you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.
There's some lovely filth down here!
I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
True executive power derives from a mandate from the masses.
Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you.
Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
I told 'em we already got one!
Yeeeesssss...is a very nice!