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Quote:a while ago, my mom and i were in a pet store, and they had a boston terrier, he was really sweet, i was going to name him gilbert. call him gilby for short. he was cute
Oh no......nooooo...don't get a pup in a pet store, VG. :disappointed:
Quote:I wanna get my puppy a puppy.
I have a puppy gestating as I type.....due to be born between the 11th and 17th of March. I is soooo excited. :bouncer:
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HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!
he was so subdued and sleepy the first few days i had him. little did i know he would be the hyper hypo he is today. bob is a very active boston terrier these days.
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HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!
My mom and dad had 3 dachshounds, 2 of them got very sick and died within weeks of eachother, and they never thought they'd get another one. Soon afterwards my dad's health began failing, around the same time a stray dog turned up at the house my parents rented out, the current tenant already had a dog and basically didn't give a shit about a stray, she just let her live off of garbage, so my mom and dad drove down to pick up the dog and bring it to a shelter, but wound up bringing her home instead, and called her Dusky. Soon afterwards they adopted me, and she immediatlly took to me, we have plenty of pictures of her guarding me while I'm lying in my crib. My dad passed away two years later, I'm told Dusky was howling at the funeral. I grew up with that dog. Then on New Years Eve 3 years ago she passed away, and my mom and I were convinced we'd never get another dog. A pet is hard to lose no matter how old they get, but when you have the same dog for 18 years, it becomes just that much harder.
But lo and behold, we went on an america tour with some friends, and for some reason we always wound up getting stuck at a campground next to a family with a dog, and eventually we decided when we got home we'd adopt a dog from the local shelter. So we were driving through Florida to visit some friends, and my mom, who loves flea markets, wanted to go to this really big one in Jacksonville. So we go, and the third place we see in the flea market is this awful little pet store, I mean it was just painful to see how they kept these animals, they had a ferret which is usually a very lively creature in a cage, the ferret looked half dead, there were snakes and turtles and just terrible conditions, but then we heard this little yelp, and there in a small cage were two nearly identical puppies and a big basset hound, the hound and the other puppy were sleeping, but this one was lively, and pressed its face against the cage as I walked up.
It was this little spotted thing, and as I tried petting it, it began chewing on my finger. Played with it for a bit before moving on, but needless to say we wound up getting the puppy, and although we didn't get a pound puppy I still feel as if we saved a dog, because honestly these people had no idea what the Hell they were doing (when we asked if they sold cages they gave us like this oversized chinese takeout carton and tried to shove her in it, luckily we found a nice big cage that allowed plenty of room for her to run around in. The reason I was so drawn to the puppy is because she is basically the reverse color of my old dog who was black with a few white spots.
I later named her Pepper because she looked like she had had pepper poured over her. As it turns out Pepper is a pointer and Dalmation mixture, Dusky was a Pointer, Dalmation and Lab mix. If you wonder what she looks like here's a picture I took outside the apartment during the snowstorm, my mom was out of town at the time so I took care of Pepper
Sorry for rambling on, just feels good sometimes, especially today.
Mousers don't shed much...also LZ you've got an iradessent shark...those are my favorites...too bad they all died from that pH thing...cool tank though...I'm better with fish now...I've just had a bad history... :disappointed:
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