Oh, hello. I like old-timey things, such as sleeve garters, vaudevillian acts and snake-oil salesmen with absolutely ludicrous pitches. I don’t know why, I just do. Perhaps I’m a modern-day Miniver Cheevy, but instead I look back on the days of old timeyness rather than the days of yore, except, you know, the drinking. Because we all know blogging is the new cause of, and solution to, all of current life’s problems.
So with that out of the way: Old-timey dog rape, and also old-timey regular animal abuse: