You didn’t run into a burning warehouse or climb on the roof of a flooded barn to save the dog. You went to the pound, because you were too cheap to go to the mall. You don’t love dogs nearly as much as you love the idea of people thinking you’re a hero. You ever notice people who buy their dogs rarely discuss how they got them, versus these morons who work the phrase “She’s a rescue” into every conversation? What do you want? Spielberg to make a movie about you? I’d love to follow one of these douche bags around for a year with a clicker counter that bouncers use at the door of the club, and find out how many times they utter the phrase “She’s a rescue.” Over-under would be 15,000. When I was a kid, all the sofas in my house were freebies we got from other people who were throwing them out. My mom never once referred to them as “rescues.”
Get that all the time on the internet. Then again the culture of "Animals are teh r0x, Humans are worthless and should all die" and wanting approval so badly will always lead to this.
