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You know a dog is pretty damn dumb if it feels the need to protect its territory by barking at a jet plane flying 15,000 feet overhead. I once knew a collie in Connecticut named Trelawny who did that. We’d be sitting around the pool and Trelawny would suddenly sit up when he heard the faint whine of the jet engines, and then he’d stand up and start barking as the jet flew closer and closer.
Zuckerberg: Was that a parable?
I said, “Stay at home.” But he doesn’t listen. He’s such a stupid son of a bitch.
I think the person who named it TRELAWNEY is the dumb one. No offense.
Wells to aris: The spelling of the dog’s name was from Arthur Wing Pinero‘s 1898 comic play “Trelawny of the Wells.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trelawny_of_the_%27Wells%27
You know a person is pretty damn dumb if it doesn’t occur to them that the high pitched whine from jet engines is probably not the most soothing noise to ears that are so superior to human’s that we are virtually deaf by comparison.
The discomfort really boils down to any name that has ‘eee’ sound at the end.
Dogs like to bark. The excuses are for humans.
After he retired my father once spent a week at a beach place in the Virgin Islands. A neighbor there had three dogs who barked together at anything going by in the ocean — a sailboat, a seagull, the sun or the moon coming up. My father named them Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest.