TVeblen has a hairy nutsack? :eek:
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I think I’ve got room for an extra line in mine. You want I should adopt it and follow you around for a few days? 
Or in the newspapers, in a story with the headline “Pennsylvania Home Site of Fatal Gun Battle”
I’ve never had a Doper-stalker before – that would be awesome!
I agree, tehe accuracy of that statement was remarkable.
Bottom line: There are rules in life. If you choose to knowingly, deliberately, and actively disregard the rules, then you have to suck it up when faced with the consequences. None of this “but I’m special!” bullshit. And that includes whining “but he’s her father!” If the OP’s dad can’t follow the rules, then he should forgo the visit. Tough titties, what a shame, too bad circumstances weren’t different (eg/ lack of dogness.)
The guy might be doing a favor by travelling across the country to deliver goods, but clearly this was not the time to visit because he couldn’t make arrangements for his punting-dog. Shit happens.
Deliberately disregarding the rules and hoping that if you just put people on the spot they’ll just have to make an exception just doesn’t fly.
An un-house-broken, flea infested chihuahua with a history of aggression. Did you actually read the OP?
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Wait. Am I the only person here who is completely shocked and horrified that the OP’s father eats ketchup on his steak?
I’m a vegetarian and I consider that to be culinary blasphemy.
You should definitely hold your line, phall. I wouldn’t let him in either. 
Dude ought to put ketchup on the flea infested chihuahua with a history of aggression, and then eat it, alive.
You know, it just occurred to me that, at least for the first few years of marriage, my dad was much like phall’s father. Dad was used to life in the Navy and ran his home like a boot camp. One evening after work, he walked in the door and went off on Mom about not being able to call home because someone was tying up the line. This apparently scared Mom so much that she was concerned about me tying up the line with the modem, some thirty years later!
Dad had mellowed out quite a bit by the time I came along, nearly three months before his 43rd birthday, but he still could be a little abusive if royally pissed. Only happened once and, yes, on a Sunday.
No, dude. For a chihuahua you want salsa.
You’re not the only one. But there is so much to be shocked and horrified at in this tale that it’s hard for me to get really worked up about this particular sin. I mean, some of my family (blood and inlaws both) will put ketchup on their scrambled eggs.
I hope that everything works out without bloodshed.
This thread is textbook SDMB. A reasonable OP makes a reasonable rant, except that they forget they’re posting on the SDMB. And before the first page is done, the SDMB Clown Car has pulled up to the curb, and each one of the usual suspects comes waddling out in full dress and makeup to find ways to boost their post count by being oppositional-defiant to the OP. For fuck’s sake, it’s so predictable that I could have generated this thread by using an inventive Microsoft Word macro.
snerk The imagery in that is beautiful.
And instead of strawmen, they use balloon animals.
What part of siugh@{)(U*!"N Z do you not understand?
The rottie and the dobie would be far less likely to bite people. Did you miss that part, that this dog has a history of snapping at other family members? Or does that just not fit into your “oh, everybody’s so mean to poor sweet Daddy and his harmless little woopsie” sob story, so you’ve chosen to ignore it? If you’re willing to have a biting dog in your house, more power to you. Fucker ain’t setting a paw in my home, not for anyone or anything. And that would go sextuple if I had kids in the house.
I wouldn’t let someone bring along an animal mine don’t get along with for purely social reasons, either. Mind you, last week I told my parents to pack up their dogs and come stay with us till they got power back, even though our dogs HATE each other and I assume the cats would feel likewise so it would be a lot of maneuvering to have them all in the house long-term. But I have a much closer relationship with my parents than the OP because they’ve treated me infinitely better over the years, and they didn’t exactly choose to be in the middle of the biggest ice storm our state has ever seen and lose their electricity for 3-4 weeks.
As for the rest of it, tough fucking tittie. He’s a grown man, and he made the decision to bring the dog knowing full well that the OP wouldn’t let him stay at her house with the dog. Evidently, he felt that having his precious poopsie with him was worth either driving all night, sleeping in the car, or going out of his way. It is NOT the OP’s job to protect him from the natural consequences of his freely chosen actions.
Some people cannot fathom that not all fathers are loving. Some are just jerks.
When my brother got married, my SIL was really offended by how much seeming coldness we all felt towards my dad. “He’s your father!” she would say. “How can you be so mean??? I don’t care what he’s done, you love and respect your father!”
Yeah, it’s been over 10 years now. She doesn’t say that anymore.
Excellent point. I do this myself, once in a while, I admit. Of course, some PIT rants *need *a counter-pitting, you must agree. In this case, I am amost 100% in the OP’s corner.
No dog!
More later.
Seems I forgot to include the part about how, for those first few years, he’d line everyone up for inspection every Sunday morning before church.
Did you frisk him to make sure it wasn’t in a pocket?