Nope, they were the spit turners as well as the spit turned.

However, I suppose one could hook up a goose to a treadmill or squirrel cage to turn ones spit. However would a goose take that spit jack job if his congener was a’bein’ roasted as the spiteed?

Less able to keep our barns, ships, and other buildings mouse free, and working harder at herding and hunting?

We’d still be o.k. with turning spits in Medieval European kitchens though, geese work great for that.

If folks knew what their dogs would roll in and then eat, they might think twice about those pooch smooches and licks, not to mention the zoonotic potentials of helminthes, et cetera.

However, where would we be without man’s best friend and those devious kitty cats….

From my life long association with dogs, I can honestly say, that dog is probably thinking “Oh man, I’d love to roll in THAT?”

From the photographic evidence alone, this is a clear-cut case of unrequited love because the lovelorn water rover had such a whale-of-a-case of halitosis that it *curled* the ‘Land Rover’s’ tail.

I give their romance two months–at best. Then their differences will cause them to part. Those canines are landlubbers–and those cetaceans aren’t land lovers. It would appear their love is ill-fated.

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LOL! As long as it is not within 1,000 yards of a school or a church, a residence or a grocery store, or anywhere else where children might be or even see something so horrendous as inter-species friendships. As you know, we need to ensure that their little eyes are protected from reality until they are 18 and can fight in Uncle George’s wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Nothing like jumping right in to the deep end of the reality pool blind.

Now, try to find a restaurant that has a swimming section.

This poor dog is in for just misery and heartbreak.