High gameness, and low arousal thresholds. There’s a pretty disturbing video out there of a pit attacking a steer. The dog has been horribly gored and it’s guts are all falling out, and it’s still going nuts trying to latch onto the bull’s throat while getting stomped to death by this massive animal.
Yeah, they can often be sweet family dogs, but that lizard-brain fight-or-flight madness under the surface isn’t something you can just love away.
I had one couple who used my address for everything. They ordered a laptop with my email. ITunes, Netflix, disney+. They’d signed up for USPS’s informed delivery with my account. I could have stolen so much shit from them over the years. But I always tried to correct the issue.
It finally stopped when they used my email for their wedding registry. Instead of trying once again to do the right thing, I logged into the registry, removed all of their tasteful items, added a faux tigerskin rug (the kind with the whole head at one end), a bunch of this jewel-tone stuffed curvy furniture that would be perfect for a 70s fuckroom, clown-themed carnival games, a popcorn cart, and a shitload of baby items.