Protecting them from the Neato robot vacuum.
Protecting them from the Neato robot vacuum.
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"What are these things?"
(Gone six years but never forgotten...)
There's nothing civil about this war.
All of a sudden Tapatalk won’t let me post pics here. Says they’re too big. Bizarre.
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Cash: Why do I have to ride in a kennel all the time?
Me: Because I love you, and I wouldn't want to have you bounced around or thrown out of the vehicle if we had an accident........or, because you are a fricking window licker of the tenth degree, it's almost like tint, except I can't see through it, and it reeks like your jerky treats, uuuugh. You pick whichever answer you like best, little buddy!
"And for a regular dude I’m maybe okay...but what I learned is if there’s a door, I’m going out it not in it"-Duke
"Just because a girl sleeps with her brother doesn't mean she's easy..."-Blues
Skye naps while I do some pushups and such.
Nice pup. This thread reminds me of the time I got kicked out of puppy obedience school. Some dude told me my puppy was pretty but not very smart, and I said...........
Originally Posted by willie
...”just like your wife”.....?
Working diligently to enlarge my group size.
My house and my heart have become very empty this week.
The Power of the Dog
Rudyard Kipling - 1865-1936
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But… you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Condolences.
Sweet old fella. (You can see he was old enough to have developed cataracts.)
"Therefore, since the world has still... Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure, Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,
I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good." -- A.E. Housman
@Ichiban I’m so sorry for your loss.
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