Shooter's Place, submitted by IguanaDon. No one in this world is denying that the bond between humans and dogs is top notch, if not actually somehow above top notch. Anyone who did deny this would be cruel, stupid, and savage. This site, however, proves that for many, the bond is a little too strong. There are some shysters on the Internet that would have you believe that dogs can make websites, and this site is run by one of them!

Hi, my name is Shooter. I'm a 12-year old, 6-pound male Yorkshire Terrier, living in Southern California with Eric, Barbara, and Alex. If you want to see what's new here, check out my What's New page. There's a lot here to see and hear, so I hope you have fun exploring.

This site is the ultimate in "people care about my pets" idiocy, boasting an extensive FAQ containing everything you'd ever want to know about Shooter's medical history, his family tree, pictures of him, horrible Photoshop images of him, and of course AWARDS. It's one thing to post a picture of your dog and tell a funny story, because hey, dogs do some crazy shit, but it's another thing to dedicate a good portion of your life to giving a dog a website that it is incapable of even comprehending. Why not spend that time with the dog instead?

My favorite part of the site is the "Letters to Shooter" section, which, coupled with the lovely embedded midi of the haunting Beethoven masterpiece "Moonlight Sonata," makes you reflect on your own mortality and the futility of living. It's especially easy when you can read letters like this:

My name is Precious Shana of York but just call me "Precious," I am 15 years and weigh 2 1/2 pounds.... or at least I used to. I passed away in my mommies crying arms. The doctors told her that they didn't know what was wrong with me, but that she needed to leave. So mommy left crying.

I'm going to go drink myself to death now.

– Josh "Livestock" Boruff (@Livestock)

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