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smiles
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that and also what bbc3 was saying about different types of chocolate.... I have heard cases where the dog had serious problems and it wasn't till after eating chocolate, but I have witnessed and heard other cases where it has done nothing....
dogsilver7
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Look at those little guys, thats love. Heartwarming picture for sure. Look at that little cot theyre sleeping on, really cool!
dogsilver7
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Maybe I'll get out the pvc pipe and see if i can make something like that for my mother's dogs
pittbox
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pittbox
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I thought about making one and you could do it for pennies.
The only problem is I can't find the lining bed part or info on how it actually attaches to the pvc rails.
The only problem is I can't find the lining bed part or info on how it actually attaches to the pvc rails.
smiles
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yeah those look cool we got a big soft dog bed for hen, but it is getting a little warn cause he likes to fluff it up... I also got to make cat house for the cats out side and a bunny hut for the my daughters bunny sense winter is coming.. man that bunny as seen probably has seen as much death and destruction as some solders in the war... we keep her out side where the ducks where and that poor thing had to watch the ducks get killed...
she charged at me for a couple of days every time I tried to give her food after all that happened...
she charged at me for a couple of days every time I tried to give her food after all that happened...
pittbox
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yeah those look cool we got a big soft dog bed for hen, but it is getting a little warn cause he likes to fluff it up... I also got to make cat house for the cats out side and a bunny hut for the my daughters bunny sense winter is coming.. man that bunny as seen probably has seen as much death and destruction as some solders in the war... we keep her out side where the ducks where and that poor thing had to watch the ducks get killed...
Okay, I have to ask but I think I'll be sorry.
How did the ducks die?
smiles
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from the way the ducks were killed and not eaten nor drugged off, but just laying there all mangled, my conclusion is the neighbor dog... the neighbor made a comment a while back saying "wow I am surprised that my dog hasn't killed those ducks yet" I just laughed it off as a joke, but it wasn't no joke obviously...
I have seen a bob cat running a crossed my gravel drive way with a cat in his mouth, there was no dead cat nor was the bob cat once I came back out with my gun, I have also seen a cougar, once again I didn't have a gun... and possibly a bear, but by the time I went out there it was running through the bushes and I didn't want to hit anyone with a stray bullet, as for coyotes those fuckers are always out but dam they are smart... lol
I have to get more ducks this year, I am not looking forward to it raising those little things is not a picnic, but when they get bigger they are funny as hell to have around, nevertheless I am going to make there fortress impregnable.. lol
I have seen a bob cat running a crossed my gravel drive way with a cat in his mouth, there was no dead cat nor was the bob cat once I came back out with my gun, I have also seen a cougar, once again I didn't have a gun... and possibly a bear, but by the time I went out there it was running through the bushes and I didn't want to hit anyone with a stray bullet, as for coyotes those fuckers are always out but dam they are smart... lol
I have to get more ducks this year, I am not looking forward to it raising those little things is not a picnic, but when they get bigger they are funny as hell to have around, nevertheless I am going to make there fortress impregnable.. lol
pittbox
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from the way the ducks were killed and not eaten nor drugged off, but just laying there all mangled, my conclusion is the neighbor dog... the neighbor made a comment a while back saying "wow I am surprised that my dog hasn't killed those ducks yet" I just laughed it off as a joke, but it wasn't no joke obviously...
I have seen a bob cat running a crossed my gravel drive way with a cat in his mouth, there was no dead cat nor was the bob cat once I came back out with my gun, I have also seen a cougar, once again I didn't have a gun... and possibly a bear, but by the time I went out there it was running through the bushes and I didn't want to hit anyone with a stray bullet, as for coyotes those fuckers are always out but dam they are smart... lol
I have to get more ducks this year, I am not looking forward to it raising those little things is not a picnic, but when they get bigger they are funny as hell to have around, nevertheless I am going to make there fortress impregnable.. lol
If the bodies we're just chewed up and left, like something killed them just for the fun of it, that would make me believe it was a dog.
I have to think a coyote or Bobcat would be so skittish that they would carry it away and eat it somewhere safer.
smiles
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That's what I was thinking too... Wild animals do not normally kill for fun, but house dogs and house cats will... It really pisses me off, but there isn't much I can do until I see them in action, as much as I want to it would be smart to be taken from my kids after the dogs already left I wouldn't have a leg to stand on...
My dog does ok on the chocolate. It's her heavy drinking I'm concerned about. I found a half pint of 'jack' at the back of her bed covered up by a toy lamb. I asked the wife about it and she said it wasn't hers, so I'm thinking Taylor may have a serious drinking problem. I was able to get her off the cigars about a year ago, but she still smells like a 'Montecristo'. :drooling:
smiles
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Hahaha that was funny... My sis had this blue heeler, technically it was mine I took care of it and trained it, her name was Ashton we called her ashtray... Lol she was also deaf and could drink like a sailor... Lol
Jimmy Stewart Reads a Poem About His Dog Beau
[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mwGnCIdHQH0]Jimmy Stewart Reads a Poem About His Dog Beau on "The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson" - YouTube[/ame]
He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.
When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.
He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house -- I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
And before very long He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.
[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mwGnCIdHQH0]Jimmy Stewart Reads a Poem About His Dog Beau on "The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson" - YouTube[/ame]
He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.
When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.
He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house -- I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
And before very long He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.
smiles
New Member
Wow that was a good poem... Thank you for sharing that...
dam I am gonna miss hen when he goes...
DieYoungStrong
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I almost just cried. I think it's the clomid...
smiles
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This isn't my dog, but I thought it was pretty neat... 
smiles
New Member
Speaking of how is your dog doing scally? I hope all is well for you and your dog...
Mike Oxbig
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Back to normal, thanks for asking.
