All my snakes are cooling and only a few people, in warmer climates, are still interested in buying them. So, in the mean time I’ve found myself n the position to do something I didn’t want to have to do again: I’ve let a dog into my home.
Some human piece of feces threw this little puppy out on a country road in the middle of December and my chump-ass took pity on him. As a rule, I don’t make much room for warm blooded things in my life but its been pointed out to me that I’m sort of a hypocrite for feeding my mammalian brothers to cold-blooded reptiles without pause. Also, I have a hard time making friends and dogs are really good friends. We, honestly, don’t deserve them. So, I have a dog.
I say all this to point out that if I sell you a snake it’s not like a carnival barker giving away a goldfish to some rube who pops a balloon at the fair. It f*&king bothers me when some kid with no experience wants to buy one of my snakes and I KNOW he’ll get bored and let it die. I avoid those sales. It’s why I’m not hawking ball pythons or corn snakes. I really want my animals to go on to have a purpose and add to the value of more lives than their own. I genuinely hope that everyone who buys a snake from me has a plan and the ability to take care of that animal.
That being said here’s some pics of the results of generations of hasty, unplanned dog sex.