Breed All About It
Middle Brother recently asked me what Irish wolfhounds were bred to hunt. When I told him wolves, he groaned and called himself stupid. This is a regular thing with MB - he's not stupid at all, but school was tough for him and I think it gave him a complex.
Besides, only dog freaks like me can tell you the purpose of any dog.
I asked him if he knew what Great Danes were bred to hunt. I could practically hear his smile over the phone as he said "Danes." As I laughed, he continued in his droll, dead-pan manner. "What did they do? Send a whole pack of them up to Denmark and give the 'go fuck up their shit' command?"
When I'd recovered from my laughing jag, I warned him that this was going on my blog at my earliest opportunity. He replied, "That's okay, I'm willing to burn my bridges with the entire country of Denmark."