October 18, 201213 yr If you want a dog that does silly things at the drop of a hat then a boxer is the dog for you.
December 12, 201213 yr I had a room in a house in Oakland with a family from Kansas in 1971 and while I was there the husband's family came for a visit and included in the entourage was a small hound called Corky... grandpa was a drunk and spent his days with vodka and talking to the dog or to whoever else who would listen but he wasn't a bad guy... then one day a small dog turd was discovered on the kitchen floor and it looked like a cork...and then the grandmother who was a grumpy, unpleasant, disapproving middle aged woman declared that Corky must be punished... the dog never paid much attention to me but the associated human drama was considerable...here was a dysfunctional american family from the mid-west and a lot of folks think that Califorians are crazy... Edited December 12, 201213 yr by tutsiwarrior
January 21, 201313 yr This is neat...... lol funny. http://www.thaivisa.com/forum/topic/188663-australia/page__st__1500#entry6034637
February 19, 201313 yr Barking! Police dog forced to 'write' witness statement for court case Read more: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/4800847/CPS-demands-witness-statement-from-dog.html#ixzz2LL0lULVY The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place
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March 2, 201313 yr Dog Diary vs. Cat Diary The Dog's Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! The Cat's Diary Day 983 of My Captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...
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