Bad luck: you're a dog born in a country that does not appreciate the glory of the canine form.
Good luck: you end up somewhere with Americans who adopt you, take care of you, hike with you, and watch you grow.
Bad luck: your sheltered existence is coming to a brutal end.
Good luck: your friends step in to save the day ... ?
Syd, Jack, Ron Burgundy, and Lucy, are facing eviction with extreme prejudice.
We're lining up homes for them Stateside and a few potential adoptive parents have stepped forward, but first we have to get them here. There is an animal rescue organization that has agreed to fly them to Washington, DC, for a mere $3,900 per dog.
For that price let us hope they will be flying first class, dining on the succulent overcooked steaks they have been accustomed to since their puppy days, being petted continuously by beautiful virgins, and reclining on sleep-number doggie beds. But, even if they're in the cargo hold, don't you think life and freedom are worth it?
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