I was threatened that if I didn't force train my dogs, a really unhappy old man with questionable reading comprehension faculties whom I have never met would stalk me on a hunting blog directing internally contradictory and/or tautological invectives my way. Well, son of a bitch!
I said that I view the unnecessary dispensation of pain on helpless animals as sadistic. If it gets your blood flowing, more power to you.
What kind of cheese? I imagine you as a velveeta guy, perhaps alongside some potted meat product in a basement room with one light bulb dangling from a cord? Are you going with the bargain saltines or did you splurge on some Ritz crackers?
