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A Dog's Journal vs. A Cat's Journal
This had me laughing so much. It's so true and I don't even own a cat. Someone get me a Scottish Fold! However, I think I could settle for a Corgi.
Entries in a dog's journal:
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 PM - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 PM - ooooooo. bath. bummer.
4:00 PM - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
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 ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. 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. DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in 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. 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. 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, 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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Calf fitted with prosthetic hind legs
A calf with only two legs would normally be sent straight to the slaughterhouse, but veterinarians in the United States have given a new lease on life to an unfortunate yearling.Meadow, an 11-month-old Black Angus has been fitted with a pair of prosthetic limbs after losing her back hooves to severe frostbite.
A 15-member team of doctors and students from Colorado State University carried out the surgery and rehabilitation to give Meadow a chance to walk again.
The prosthetic limbs have allowed Meadow to stand on her own two hooves again.Treated like a pet, the Dickinson family were happy to pay thousands for the procedure.Luke Burton pats Meadow as she adjusts to the new limbs.Tasmanian cow Theresa was fitted with one leg in 2007.Maulee, a border collie was fitted with a prosthetic paw after losing his leg.A prosthetic flipper helped this shy amputee tortoise to come out of his shell.
I wish I was working in a field that helped animals. I'd fail the subjects required to get the right qualifications, though. Sciences and stuff, yuck.
GPS for dogs - GPS kutyáknak
Budapest, Andrassy avenue. A funny dog owner showcased his yorkshire terrier with its original GPS.
Egy vicces kutyatulajdonos az Andrássyn próbálta nyomon követni a yorkshire terrierjét.
Help Biscuit the Poodle - please repost!
I am fostering Biscuit, the super cute 1-year-old male poodle in the photos. He has epilepsy :-( and needs special medical care. Voice For The Animals is raising money for his medical expenses. Help save sweet Biscuit! PLEASE REPOST!!
Mail a donations with Biscuit's name included to this address:
Voice For The Animals
2633 Lincoln Blvd., #202
Santa Monica, CA 90405-4656
Phone: (310) 392-5153
E-mail: voicefortheanimals@gmail.com
Website: vftafoundation.org
Click here for a list of pets at this shelter
Or you can donate via PAYPAL, again including Biscuit's name by clicking HERE
Biscuit is a little lover and needs to be held and cuddled to be happy. He was found wandering the streets of East L.A. before he was rescued. He could also be adopted by a nice family willing to invest in his medical treatment too. He is very gentle and sweet, good with kids, never barks and is good with other doggies.
Please help Biscuit :-)
Sleeping with your Dog
via flickr.com Photo by Dave Whelan
Now I lay me down to sleep,
The king-size bed is soft and deep.
I sleep right in the center groove
My human being can hardly move!
I've trapped her legs, she's tucked in tight
And here is where I pass the night
No one disturbs me or dares intrude
Till morning comes and "I want food!"
I sneak up slowly to begin
my nibbles on my human's chin.
She wakes up quickly,
I have sharp teeth-
I'm a puppy, don't you see?
For the morning's here
and it's time to play
I always seem to get my way.
So thank you Lord for giving me
This human person that I see.
The one who hugs and holds me tight
And shares her bed with me at night!
~Unknown
Come on Feel the Noise
Imagine what it would sound like if you were cutting the lawn at a rock concert near an airport as a freight trained barreled past. That sound is nothing compared to the nerve rattling noise produced by three children and a dog.
It was non-stop screaming, yelling and crying from the minute I walked in the door. I thought my head would explode.
The noise reached a crescendo when my son, N, attempted to look at my daughter, Nee's picture while she was drawing.
"Stop looking at my stuff," she yelled. Her screams made N more determined to look.
"I SAID STOP!" she yelled even louder.
"Nee," I said. "You need to calm down."
"I can't calm down," she said. "He's bothering me!" She grabbed all of her art supplies and ran to the other room to set up shop. Of course, N followed her.
"STOP LOOKING AT MY STUFF!" N screamed. By this time, she was getting hysterical.
"Nee," I said. "Relax."
"I can't," she said. "He's making me too angry." Suddenly, she burst into tears. Her crying caused her 2-year-old brother to start crying. All of this commotion made the dog go berserk. She was barking and howling as if a prowler had entered the house.
I snapped and sent everyone upstairs. Luckily, KayEm arrived before I could call the circus and offer them the services of three children and a beagle.
"Please take over," I said as I passed KayEm on the stairs.
"Why?" she asked. "What's going on?"
"The noise, noise, noise!," I said. "I can't stand the noise!"
I went downstairs and located my noise cancelling earphones. I figured I'd need them to make it through tomorrow.
