That he is a rebirth of the great civil disobedience master Ghandi. I never ever taught him any fucking thing. It became quite obvious that he knew all along what he was doing. This is the ONLY master dog we ever had. And he got me the most furious...just goes to say he was my anger managmenet therapy dog. Whom I bet only once in 16 years at a young age, because I was nervous about brian.

I regretted it so much I begged god to calm my nerves about teaching Ghandi anything that way. We have a photo of Gahndi whiskey in my lap shortly after we got him, in 2009 or so.

A huge dog who just wanted to be a lap dog.

The story goes that whiskey was given to an old lady with a walker who eventually decided she could not walk him at all. Ensued a life in a snactuary where he had an acreage to run free daily. Then a trip from eastern township to toronto, where we rushed excitedly to adopt him as soon as hubby saw him with ohter smaller dogs, free, in the compound for dogs.

The blessing of whiskey is that we know he will or has been one day Ghandi. This means we realize how fucking hot a therapist for angry anouk, whiskey was as a dog.