I love kittens and puppies

And the new forum titles are just peachy. Now I’m going to go have some fried kitten tenders with a cream gravy sauce and some puppy au gratin. I’m still trying to find which puppies are the most tender (what breed and what cut of the meat). I’ve tried pit bulls, corgis & poodles so far. Poodles raised by the rich have been the tastiest but still a little stringy. Any suggestions from the most loving and kindest people on planet earth?

On a side note those silly people at [del]Google[/del] Topeka are really causing quite a stir on the internet.

You are a sick motherfucker.

Don’t you know how fattening that is?

Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful! And I’m not fat,I’m fluffy!

I likes me some panda steak with condor sauce.

Spotted owl burgers are pretty tasty too, when you need to eat on the run.

Any dog breed will tend to be stringy unless it is specifically raised for food. To get the most tender meat, dogs should be raised in a very small cage that essentially immobilizes them, to prevent excessive muscle buildup. I’ve never been able to get used to the taste (carnivore meat always tends to be… gamey) but if prepared correctly it can be quite a delicacy.

I’m going to Baxter’s for lunch. I hear they serve a great fried eagle.

Mmmm, fried beagle. With a stack of flatcats.

Mmmmm, puppy veal steak. Great idea. I really must try that. I hear it’s all the rage in some asian countries.

Beating them also helps tenderize them.

Mmm, hushpuppies.

This thread is making me hungry. I wonder if I still have some sliced pig in the fridge?

I have long pig. You’re welcome to come over.

I had a friend who owns pugs. I told her the breed was developed by monks specifically for rotisseree grilling. They’re plump and solid and, minus the legs and that pushed-in mug, they are a compact package perfect for open pit roasting. Especially the pampered ones that get table scraps. I used to invite her over for bar-b-que frequently, and always suggested she bring a pug or two. For the crowd.

For some reason she doesn’t speak to me any more.

Anybody want some cat-kabobs to go with their shish-ka-dog? I’ll pull some prime specimens out of the herd.

That’s what all the guys say.

You’re a cat-herder?

I prefer Indian or Chinese. I’ll have none of that bland Caucasian crap.

I wonder what kind of wine you would serve with that? A Pinot perhaps?

Mad Dog.

Cat WRANGLER, thank you very much.

When somebody makes an ad like that the pampered “talent” goes in front of the cameras, primped and preened by a full staff of tradespeople. Those guys are made to look tough, but for them a broken fingernail is a major tragedy.

Meantime, behind the scenes, taking the full brunt of assaults upon tender anatomy from that giant herd of thousands of pissy felines, making the filmplace safe for effete directors and actors, are the unsung heroes, the cat wranglers.

Proud to be.

Don’t let that one scratch you on the ass as you leave.