I Like Dogs.

The one in the back is Dexter, and the one on the right is Hurricane, but we call him Harry for short.

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Meet Watson the Westie (in one of his few moments groomed):

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And, his older brother, Fitz (English Setter). Fitz is a very old man:

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i like only very few dogs. those where you can still see that they are related to the wolf. those who rarely bark and if they bark, not in an ear-shattering high-pitched manner.
those dogs who are lucky enough to have an intelligent responsible owner who is capable of dominating and training them. they are rare. cats however, a cat must be real bitch to annoy me. i like very many cats. they have style, most of the time they are quiet. you can always see what kind of mammal they are related to. yes, i like cats. i like how they find out who is allergic and give this person special attention, hahahah.
 
Boo, without her shades.

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She's not blind, she's Australian Shepherd. Loves Fosters, but only from a tap, not a can.

Kea got mad last night 'cause I posted a pic of Boo with out her shades and not one of her... silly princess dog...

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I'm surprised she picked one with her sister in it to post.
 
Dogs are simply the best, aren't they? I love it how every walk is the best walk and every car ride is the best car ride and every biscuit is the best biscuit . . . . every single time.

and somehow, every time you come back home to them....it's as if you've been gone forever!
 
Boo, without her shades.

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She's not blind, she's Australian Shepherd. Loves Fosters, but only from a tap, not a can.

Kea got mad last night 'cause I posted a pic of Boo with out her shades and not one of her... silly princess dog...

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I'm surprised she picked one with her sister in it to post.

Lovely photo! Of course I'm partial to aussies having 4 of them ;)
 
The one in the back is Dexter, and the one on the right is Hurricane, but we call him Harry for short.

1ze9imh.jpg
Meet Watson the Westie (in one of his few moments groomed):

Watson.jpg


And, his older brother, Fitz (English Setter). Fitz is a very old man:

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For those not aware... That is NOT a picture of me.

That said, very handsome dog.

Australian shepherds are great dogs, but way too high energy for me.
 
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I like Dogs because they don't know how to fake a smile.

I like Dogs because they really appreciate anything that breaks up their day... even just going outside.

I like Dogs because they don't care if you look at them, they even like looking back, especially if there is food anywhere in the house.

I like Dogs because they greet you like they haven't seen you in six years, even when you come back from taking out the trash.

I like Dogs because they would burst their hearts playing with you if you let them.

I like Dogs because they trust and love, even right after a necessary scolding.

I like Dogs.
( :eusa_shhh: Don't tell Charlie. )​
Yeah, I'm sure you like dogs. I think you like pos rep too. :tongue:
 
Dogs are simply the best, aren't they? I love it how every walk is the best walk and every car ride is the best car ride and every biscuit is the best biscuit . . . . every single time.

I like dogs but I love cats.

You don't need to bribe cats with food. They pretty much ignore you ether way.

Cats smell better even after taking a tongue bath.

Cats are usually real quiet.

Cats usually don't knock over the trash in the kitchen.

Cats kill things that if they are in your home are unhealthy...like rats and mice.

If a cat shows you it loves you then you really earned it.
 
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Cats are usually real quiet.

Cats usually don't knock over the trash in the kitchen.
You have not met my cat.

Cats love to get into trouble when they're kittens...but as they get older that goes away....usually.

My kitten Velcro is like that now.

I had a cat for 19 years. She decided I belonged to her one day and that was it.

I used to be active duty and when I would deploy she would spend weeks looking for me.
 
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Secret Cat Diary


DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from shredding the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed (again).

DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan...

DAY 768- I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo". What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies". Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.




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Dog 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 – Lunch! My favorite thi ng!

1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite
thing!

3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm – Milk
bones! 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!


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