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8 hours ago, troph said:

He’s determined not to be left at home when momma (my wife) goes to tennis. Sitting outside the front door waiting. 

he never goes to tennis, so when he was left behind with his spare human (me) he laid in a pile of her pjs to pout. 

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So your wife just leaves her dirty clothes on the floor?

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2 hours ago, NeverMarryAStripper said:

So your wife just leaves her dirty clothes on the floor?

 

2 hours ago, Biff Tannen said:

Yours doesn't?

I pick up her clothes all the time and toss them in the closet pile and to be fair I have clothes drop zones myself. She did tell me early on she’s a slob, but she’s gotten in line for the most part. I have few complaints. 

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Good on ya man. I grew up at the end of a country blacktop road "subdivison" where everyone had at least 2-3 acres. Behind my house was a dirt road (farm road) that people would use to dump litters. We ended up with lots of dogs from that shit. Typically we'd keep one and put an ad in the paper for the rest and they'd usually all get taken. 

Not getting into the pit argument here but if they aren't pits you have a good chance of getting adopters. Labs and Pyrenees you shouldn't have a problem with that. 

 

*side story* - once when I was about 12 my buddy and I were back on that road shooting bb guns in the woods when we saw one of those assholes dumping pups. We didn't say anything but he saw us through the woods and "shot" at us with a rifle. I think he probably shot up into the trees to scare us away but that pretty much stuck with me about what pieces of shit those types of people are. 

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Puppies! ♥️

Grrrrr. Poor pups. How great they found their way to you. Wish we could take one, or two. They all look cute as could be.

Wish I had more to say, to help.

Ya did a good thing.

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2 hours ago, Nuge said:

I saw this posted on facebook but thought that it would be appreciated here too.

This is a letter that Fiona Apple posted to her fans/ticket holders about her reasons for delaying her South American concert tour.

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here's the thing.
I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.
I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.
But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.
I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.
I'll be seeing you.
Love,
Fiona
May be a black-and-white image of 1 person and dog
 

Jeebus, that was tough to read.  God I love dogs.

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4 hours ago, Nuge said:

I saw this posted on facebook but thought that it would be appreciated here too.

This is a letter that Fiona Apple posted to her fans/ticket holders about her reasons for delaying her South American concert tour.

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here's the thing.
I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.
I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.
But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.
I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.
I'll be seeing you.
Love,
Fiona
May be a black-and-white image of 1 person and dog
 

I was more confused about Fiona Apple being way younger than I thought she was.  Google told me this must have been a very old post.

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2 hours ago, Cajun said:

PSA - if you can't find Magic Mushrooms I highly recommend picking up some melted Shar Pei as a stopgap alternative...

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I have a Shar Pei mix (my avatar) and I love that dude so much despite his terrible snoring, allergies, skin problems… he just wants to be in someone’s lap and near humans at all times.

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1 hour ago, royiv said:

I have a Shar Pei mix (my avatar) and I love that dude so much despite his terrible snoring, allergies, skin problems… he just wants to be in someone’s lap and near humans at all times.

I'm on my 5th Pei and, thankfully, no skin problems yet.  But snoring, snorting, Tasmanian Devil sounds?  Yeah.

But for me it's like living next to train tracks -once you're used to it it's hard to sleep without the sounds.

And on the subject of sweetness/cuddlebuggery, I'll co-sign your comments.

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Just a PSA for all of you people that have big dogs and keep a poop bag holder clipped to the leash with one of those spring-loaded clips.  Beware if your dog unexpectedly takes off after a squirrel.  Those spring-loaded clips can be hell on your fingers as they whiz through your hands

 

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