Doomsday Dog

My wife and I have two dogs. A beautiful, athletic boxer with a brindle coat and a puggle. The puggle is not athletic. He is severely overweight and hasn't mastered the art of shitting outside in his two years on this planet. The puggle is our Doomsday Dog. If WWIII ever kicks off and the power goes out for a long time, we won't like it but we'll eat him if necessary.

"Hey man, your dog is extraordinarily overweight."

"You mean Apocalypse? He's my Doomsday Dog. If shit hits the fan and it comes down to it we're going to eat him with bbq sauce, and hims is going to be delicious!"

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