Fido

And her voice. Her and Emma Stone could get me going reading War and Peace.

My appreciation for snarky, smart-mouthed, tomboys is starting to make sense.

That’s like a 2/10. He has 3 points of contact.

In order for something to tip over, the center of mass has to move outside the area of the base and most of the weight is in the bottom part of the lift. So it is basically impossible without actively trying to tip it over.

I have done way sketchier shit than that. That is like a 4/10.

The floats are EZDocks, each with a carrying capacity of 3,000lbs, total capacity is 12,000lbs.

The lift is a JLG 3246es, which has a weight of less than 5,000lbs.

Most of the weight is at the bottom and you have to have the center of mass go outside of the base to tip over.

That is designed for that.

SSRIs and gacha games would do more to win the war than yarn balls.

Just draw a square on the ground with some Genshin wishes and Prozac in them and the war would be over in a month.

I’m pretty sure those adorable little guys were in Nightmare Before Christmas.

Well that was pretty foolish, you should always use the view from your cheating ex’s window.

They are each their own birds and have personalities.

This isn’t always the case.

I had a salmon flaverolle rooster, one of the stereotypical cockfighting breeds, known for their aggression and beautiful plumage.

A raccoon got into the coop and mortally wounded one hen and killed the hen that was the only one to stand up and fight, a silkie. Silkies are tiny fluffy luxury birds with fluffy feathers on their feet, they don’t have good meat and lay eggs with a diameter smaller than a quarter. She was the only hen that scared the rooster because she beat the hell out of him when he tried to breed her a few times. She ruled the roost with tiny fluffy feet and handled disputes between birds 3-4x her size without issue.

The rooster? Unharmed entirely and found cowering on the top roost. He wouldn’t fight a raccoon, but he would always try to disembowel me when I went into the coop.

There is one like that sort of near me. It is alone in a large clearing and stands out like a sore thumb.

The foliage does not interfere.

Philadelphia Zoo says male hippos can get up to 9,900lbs, so we are talking potentially under 2k Chihuahua.

I can tell you from personal experience that I can punt an aggressive juvenile possum about 30ft(I think it was diseased?). Low bar, but any relevant data is useful.

We are talking up to 2,000 Chihuahua that are determined to fight you at the cost of their lives. They will not get scared, they will not run, they understand it is you or them and there are 10,000lbs of them.

A hippo would definitely be preferable. A fast and brutal death is preferable to getting your ankles bit out from under you by a thousand Chihuahua.