David: I get the sense that a great many dogs—the ones that do not clearly have wolves or foxes among their grandparents—were built for fickle, moody, quite probably syphilitic monarchs. Some powdered-up Bourbon king was like “I need something that’s like 220 pounds and looks as glum as I feel right now.”
Pete: “Crossbreed me the biggest ribcage you’ve got with the biggest lip flaps.”
David: /claps hands twice
David: So how big are they? Because they look like 1,000 pounds of sorrow.