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Derpy, F, 11 mos old
Mahalia, M, 6 yrs old
Mr. T, M, 5 yrs old
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Here's more pictures of my brother's dog.
Carl in his "I want ice cream" mode.
Carl wearing my scarf because why not.
Carl wearing my scarf because why not.
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My dogs relaxing during the Holidays. Then again, they're always relaxing no matter what time of the year it is.
Kršćanin Čendlervic
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I recently read a story about a guy who spent 300 pounds to save his pet goldfish (slow news day amirite?) and some idiot was like "Too stupid to talk about! Feed the starving children with that money". Bringing up starving children is one of the most stupidly self-righteous things you can say and not to mention hypocritical as well.
There was also some Hollywood actor who murdered and cooked his ex-girlfriend's rabbit while texting her images of the deed and people were all like "Yum" and "It's just a rabbit, get over it" yet if someone killed their ex's dog or cat, I'm sure there would be INSTANT (and of course deserved) outrage.
There was also some Hollywood actor who murdered and cooked his ex-girlfriend's rabbit while texting her images of the deed and people were all like "Yum" and "It's just a rabbit, get over it" yet if someone killed their ex's dog or cat, I'm sure there would be INSTANT (and of course deserved) outrage.
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I forced Maggie to wear her tutu for a quick chrismtas eve pic:
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Here's the apple of my eye, Clancy. She's a bichon frise. We've had her for 12 years; when I was 7 years old, she was dropped off on our doorstop on Christmas Eve by "Santa," who dropped her off early because he was "afraid she would get cold." According to the note he left, anyway. Of course, this was all orchestrated by my parents, but to 7-year-old me it was the most magical thing ever. To this day, Clancy's still the best present I've ever gotten.
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I've got Dottie the pug on my lap. She's become quite the good little lap dog...once she calms down. It's been really good for my emotional state that I can have her sit with me. She's not quite the same as Rocky though. Rocky was my best friend. He just...got me, you know? He was so dedicated to making me feel good and he always seemed to know how I was feeling. Even on the day I had to put him to sleep with how sick and weak he was, he did everything he could to try to make it OK. I mean, he knew what was happening. He knew how much pain I was in and how hard it was for me to say goodbye and it was like he was saying "It's OK. It's not goodbye forever, just for a little while."
Dottie and I aren't on the same wavelength that Rock-o and I were on, but I think we're getting there. She gets really excited when she sees me and we often spend all night together on my recliner watching movies and wrestling. I usually bring her into the house for an hour or so before I go to work and play on my bed. I'll put my hands under the covers and move them around, push her, pop the blankets up and she pounces on them and chews on them. Then I'll slide my hand away so she doesn't know where it is and she tries to find it. We did this with Mrs. Dude on the bed with us and she remarked "You two must play this a lot. She seems to really like this game."
One of these days I hope to get her a little brother or sister to play with. I'm thinking either a Boston Terrier or a Corgi. I would get another Dachshund, but I'm not over losing Rock-o yet and I'm afraid that I'd just compare the new Dachshund to Rock and that wouldn't be fare to the new dog, because no dog could compare to him.
Dottie and I aren't on the same wavelength that Rock-o and I were on, but I think we're getting there. She gets really excited when she sees me and we often spend all night together on my recliner watching movies and wrestling. I usually bring her into the house for an hour or so before I go to work and play on my bed. I'll put my hands under the covers and move them around, push her, pop the blankets up and she pounces on them and chews on them. Then I'll slide my hand away so she doesn't know where it is and she tries to find it. We did this with Mrs. Dude on the bed with us and she remarked "You two must play this a lot. She seems to really like this game."
One of these days I hope to get her a little brother or sister to play with. I'm thinking either a Boston Terrier or a Corgi. I would get another Dachshund, but I'm not over losing Rock-o yet and I'm afraid that I'd just compare the new Dachshund to Rock and that wouldn't be fare to the new dog, because no dog could compare to him.
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We've mostly had dogs and some fish.
And this is the best friend I've ever had. His name is Ajay:
He also answers to Snoot, Hound, Piglet, and my dad likes to call him Sans Testicalis because my sixy year old dad is apparently actually twelve.
We don't know how old Ajay is, and we don't know what the hell he is. I used to volunteer at a shelter, which is how we ended up finding him, and they said he was a beagle/smaller spaniel mix. The thing is he's too big for that, too broad for that, and too long for that, so the running theory right now is he's some kind of foxhound/lab mix.
He was adopted, neglected and probably abused, and then returned in summer 2004. I'd walked him before he was adopted and my dad and I just happened to be there walking dogs the day he was returned. Dad apparently realized we'd pretty much immediately bonded so he sneaked off to buy him.
When we got him he was twenty pounds underweight and really, really scared of every odd noise. Now he's sixty pounds and thinks he's a lapdog.
And sometimes he wakes me up in the middle of the night to see if I'll pet him:
(excuse the horrific quality, that's an old phone camera photo.)
I mean, it's not like things have been perfect with him. He ate so many things. Twenty dollars, my brother's wallet, two of my video games, an entire nylabone, a bite of wall-to-wall carpeting... I honestly don't understand how we didn't lose him to a serious bowel obstruction.
And he doesn't bark, he bays. He's completely harmless but he sounds like a hellhound, which freaked out our poor neighbors at first. His eyes used to be really bright gold and that seemed to help him freak people out.
But he's the sweetest, cuddliest, most empathetic sweetheart. Ajay's been with me through the worst periods of my life including being hospitalized for some mental health issues. He seems to know instinctively when something's wrong with me and demands I pet him instead of being upset about whatever.
He's started having minor seizures presumably due to his age (he's had all of two since 2012), but other than that he's in absolutely amazing health. Hopefully he and I have several more years left together, because I would be shocked if another dog ever means this much to me.
And this is the best friend I've ever had. His name is Ajay:
He also answers to Snoot, Hound, Piglet, and my dad likes to call him Sans Testicalis because my sixy year old dad is apparently actually twelve.
We don't know how old Ajay is, and we don't know what the hell he is. I used to volunteer at a shelter, which is how we ended up finding him, and they said he was a beagle/smaller spaniel mix. The thing is he's too big for that, too broad for that, and too long for that, so the running theory right now is he's some kind of foxhound/lab mix.
He was adopted, neglected and probably abused, and then returned in summer 2004. I'd walked him before he was adopted and my dad and I just happened to be there walking dogs the day he was returned. Dad apparently realized we'd pretty much immediately bonded so he sneaked off to buy him.
When we got him he was twenty pounds underweight and really, really scared of every odd noise. Now he's sixty pounds and thinks he's a lapdog.
And sometimes he wakes me up in the middle of the night to see if I'll pet him:
(excuse the horrific quality, that's an old phone camera photo.)
I mean, it's not like things have been perfect with him. He ate so many things. Twenty dollars, my brother's wallet, two of my video games, an entire nylabone, a bite of wall-to-wall carpeting... I honestly don't understand how we didn't lose him to a serious bowel obstruction.
And he doesn't bark, he bays. He's completely harmless but he sounds like a hellhound, which freaked out our poor neighbors at first. His eyes used to be really bright gold and that seemed to help him freak people out.
But he's the sweetest, cuddliest, most empathetic sweetheart. Ajay's been with me through the worst periods of my life including being hospitalized for some mental health issues. He seems to know instinctively when something's wrong with me and demands I pet him instead of being upset about whatever.
He's started having minor seizures presumably due to his age (he's had all of two since 2012), but other than that he's in absolutely amazing health. Hopefully he and I have several more years left together, because I would be shocked if another dog ever means this much to me.
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I found a photo a couple of days ago of my pomcorg CiCi. She would be about 10 now and i'm fairly sure my ex ended up giving her to his mother.
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We've mostly had dogs and some fish.
And this is the best friend I've ever had. His name is Ajay:
He also answers to Snoot, Hound, Piglet, and my dad likes to call him Sans Testicalis because my sixy year old dad is apparently actually twelve.
He's an adorable pooch. Looks like he may be some type of spaniel mix, possibly with a little pointer or beagle in him. I like the way your dad thinks. That's a clever name he calls your dog.
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I found a photo a couple of days ago of my pomcorg CiCi. She would be about 10 now and i'm fairly sure my ex ended up giving her to his mother.
I'm deeply sorry to hear that. That's such a shitty thing to happen to you. Hopefully karma will catch up and anally rape your ex sometime soon.
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...because cat collars are too small for him. I'm 195 cm and he can easily reach my belly button.
Excuse my dirty feet.
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Fun story about Habeeb, he's great at catching rats but doesn't like killing them. He prefers to release them into the bathroom and let me do the dirty work 
Luckily he doesn't mind killing mouses.
Luckily he doesn't mind killing mouses.