So, with all this Michael Vick stuff, I figured why should the rich and famous be the only ones profiting from dog fights? I mean, we have dogs. All we need are fights! I set up some tentative bouts with the reigning champs in the Ultimate Yorkie Fighting Competition:
Bowtie Brown: Cute but deadly.
The Pianist: Suspended for using piano wire in a competition in 1998.
The Kid: A prodigy...at killing!
Crazy Eyes Carter: Eats his own poo.Now, with the opponents set, I just needed to get our dogs riled up...
The doggie brush didn't seem to bother them.
Neither did the threat of a bath.
A cat sighting intrigued them.
Bingo!
Next, some training [Cue "Eye of the Tiger"]:
They wanted nothing to do with the medicine ball.
And the weights were apparently delicious.
Minnie did surprisingly well at the agility training.
Then, some sparring:
And some serious work on the squeaky toys.
Finally, they developed their "fight faces":
Or not.
Oh geez.
Who am I kidding? These dogs are lovers, not fighters. We might not get rich, but we'll always have clean faces.
