You Punched My Dog!

Walking your dog in NYC is a chancy game! Gerard Butler learned this the unalterable way when he was taking his pug Lolita (my gaydar went up a grade) out for a stroll in covet Island City, Queens on Monday blackness. Now, Gerard was walking his pug without a leash which someone should right him in the crotch bone into (I'll volunteer). Dogs off the leash ever strut up to my dog all bitchy-, sniff at his private hole and insinuate shit in his ear like, "Hahaha, botch, I'm free and you're not. get at me!" They totally say that shit. I can skim it with my eyes.
So, with all stories, there's two thoroughly different sides to this one. clear's start with Gerard's:
Gerard claims that Lolita was minding her own responsibility, walking the stroll, when a greyhound attacked her aside biting her twice in the neck. Gerry forthwith put Lolita on a leash and started to sashay away, but the greyhound (with his of advanced age owners) followed them. The greyground tried to precipitate at that bitch again, but Gerry blocked it. Basically, it sounds a regular day at The Gosselins.
Gerry's rep told The brand-new York Post that Lolita spent 4 hours at an organism hospital getting her shit together again. The rep added, "People are so small. They're just trying to extract this."
And now for the other side:
The greyhound's owners, Fred and Maria Varecka, contemplate that when Lolita and their dog wholly touched noses, Gerry freaked out Christian Bale on a movie address oneself to. Gerry kept shouting at them, "That dog should be wager down!" When they tried to follow up on away from him, Gerry followed them and kept shouting all round how they should send their dog to the seal factory. Fred went on to state, "And he smacked the dog in the first. The dog's head went into the get by. I was shaking. The dog yelped. I said, 'detain your hands off my dog! Why did you smash hit my dog?' He didn't reveal a word." When the couple called the cops, Gerry and Lolita (who are the fresh Bonnie & Clyde) busted out of there. The join filed a report, but no citations were dedicated. They also claim they aren't upsetting to get money out of Gerry.
So who to maintain? Lolita the pug? Or Mayfair the greyhound? Those two hardly need to lick each other's asses and realize-up. It's how I unendingly handle a fight.
This story screams seeing that the classic "Fuck You Guy" phone prank, so here it is:

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