Tahiti wrote:How could Atelo be grumpy with Ameerah as his wifey???
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That's not too hard, some people can never be pleased!
And the only thing *I* learned from that video was that Atelo uses some sort of monotone auto-tune for vent. Oh, and their dog doesn't like squeeky toys, but that's hardly as important!
Now in all 3 Flavours! Tank, DPS and Heals:
Uinia - DK
Kana - Mage
Iome - Shaman
This is my Moxley or Moford or Bobber or any number of names that we call him. And finally me and my grumpy dog Longstreet. Ten dollars to the first person who knows the meaning of their names (Longstreet and Moxley). Mox is a rough coat Jack Russell and the best running companion, rabbit killer and sweet dog i could wish for. JRTS are big dogs in little bodies Longstreet is a rat terrier and ....well...he's had a hard life as he was a rescue and was thought to have lived on the streets for quite awhile. He has a bad disposition and only wants to eat and sleep.
I love dogs. That is what i want on my tombstone. "she loved dogs" I bet they will add "she was very odd and loved dogs"
Also my JRT loves all people and dogs. He only hates rabbits and squirrels. I will say you really have to spend time socializing any dog when it is very young or it can get aggressive.
Robert Moxley McBobber is the sweetest dog in the world. Never seen a nicer dog, unless you are a rabbit/squirrel. The genes kick in then and you get the most vicious murder face in the world. He has more kills than I do in PvP I think :-)
I've heard alot about how mean a JRT can be but would put the Bob up against any other dog for being so sweet. He's never met a person he doesn't immediately love. Unless it is a Mormon knocking on the door, go figure. He's also a lot less hyper if you run him for 5 miles. Smarter than me too the little bastard!
You know I am being to realize that maybe he doesn't come back when called because he doesn't know his name :-P
Our other dog is "The Chunk", aka Longstreet. Pulled off the streets weighing 35lbs (now 22, but still a Chunk). He once got into the food bag and ate around 2 pounds of it while we outside. I truly believe that was the best day of his entire life. That bloated look of satisfaction is one I can well understand after every visit I make to a Sushi Bar. He never met a person he didn't want to immediately growl at, including us.