it was about this trained master chef who cooked for DOGS and would make this insanely beautiful roll-ups with six kinds of meat and asparagus stalks crossed on top and decorated buns and doggie oatmeal cookies with truffle oil in them and all this other nonsense.
these two bichon frises were staying in this doggie hotel with a whole room all to themselves including doggie snacks, a personal chef, cashmere pillows, et cetera. they would run over to this guy's snacks and snarf them down while he beamed in the background.
i can't quite decide what the greatest axis of horribleness is here. the indignity of being a chef to DOGS who can't tell the difference between your $28 beef rolls and a $0.79 can of Alpo? the crappiness of being a Sudanese guy watching this on satellite and being like "dogs?? fucking dogs get that stuff in America!?". if i were homeless and saw this show i would seriously give the boot to every bichon frise i saw subsequently (and, importantly, their owners).
these two bichon frises were staying in this doggie hotel with a whole room all to themselves including doggie snacks, a personal chef, cashmere pillows, et cetera. they would run over to this guy's snacks and snarf them down while he beamed in the background.
i can't quite decide what the greatest axis of horribleness is here. the indignity of being a chef to DOGS who can't tell the difference between your $28 beef rolls and a $0.79 can of Alpo? the crappiness of being a Sudanese guy watching this on satellite and being like "dogs?? fucking dogs get that stuff in America!?". if i were homeless and saw this show i would seriously give the boot to every bichon frise i saw subsequently (and, importantly, their owners).