I run into the damndest people at a "happy" hour: He has a dog named "HITLER"!1

[UTUSN]

Oh, and it's a WHITE German Shepherd. He's a man of the earth, owns livestock, has means but not education. Fine. He talks about his livestock. So when I asked about dogs, he said (dog, HITLER).

I was astounded. He claimed that his TWO year old granddaughter picked that name while they were watching a documentary about HITLER.

I was torn between calling BULLSHIT and calling BULLSHIT!1 I could have said: 1) TWO year olds aren't that expressive. 2) YOU could tell (whomever), "No, dear, that's not a good name."

I told him that dogs are extremely adaptable and adjust really well to NAME CHANGES!!!!!!!!1

[UTUSN]

1. Addendum: I'm not a good happy hour attendee. n/t

[rug]

2. This is not a good time to discuss my gerbil Genghis.

[UTUSN]

3. My next spawn will be named "rug" or "Taterguy" n/t

[rug]

5. Lol. Just don't let taterguy on your rug.

[NYC_SKP]

4. Simple, pronounce the dog's name "Hirtler" or any derivation thereof.

Skirtler, Hurdeller, Bixtler?

What's that dog's name?

Until the owner goes batshit Nazi and yells, it's HITLER, you asshole!

Then ask if Hitler is a girl.

[UTUSN]

6. Oh yeah, like ========== *EVA*?!1 =========?!1 nt