10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm - Lunch! My favorite thing! v
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!
6:00 pm - They're home! 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!
Excerpts from a 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 what I am capable of. 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 has got to 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...
anyone have one of those ear waxing things done where someone pours wax in the ear to cleanse it of impurities? I've heard it works and probably needed to prevent this kinda freakish thing...
To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry a bout this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years -- canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: In many ways, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3 Are easier to train
4. Normally come when called
5. Never ask to drive the car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't want to wear your clothes
10. Don't need a "gazillion" dollars for college
And finally,
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
Thanks, Terry and me2. It was a tough day. So glad she is no longer struggling. The vet came to our house - that helped so much. And Frodo and I saw a monarch butterfly right afterwards - our little sign. Wish I could post her pic here but its too big.
If they love them all and are happy than I give them alot of kudos & credit.
all begin with J - including a Janna :smile:
and why or how did it take til kid 17 to come up with the uniquness of Jennifer?! wouldn't the easy names come first and the harder names come later....like Jedidiah>?? I suppose they are from ArKANsas! (yes a southern jab!)
and poor girls that basically have the same name-musta forgot they already named one that name!--> Johanna to Joy-Anna! ::rolls eyes::
Jessa and Jinger are cute
Jennifer joins siblings Joshua, 19; John David, 17; Janna, 17; Jill, 16; Jessa, 14; Jinger, 13; Joseph, 12; Josiah, 11; Joy-Anna, 9; Jedidiah, 8; Jeremiah, 8; Jason 7; James 6; Justin, 4; Jackson, 3; Johannah, almost 2.
The family includes two sets of twins.
Sarah asks and says: please say they dont live in a trailer! please say they have more than 2 bathrooms in their house! and who would name their kid Jinger?! :asleep: :eyeroll:
Among the "fun facts" listed on Discovery Health's Web page devoted to the Duggars:
• A baby has been born in every month except June;
• Michelle, 40, has been pregnant for 126 months — or 10.5 years — of her life.
ok if a woman has a 1 week window in a month to get pregnant in the first place than there was a possibility they probably didnt have sex sometime in September? I wonder if many of her children were born in September... which means 2 things.... they didnt do IT right after the babies were born in September (this would make sense if she had stitches or c-section-Ive only known one friend of mine that had sex within 4 weeks of delivery).... therefor concluding she didnt get knocked up and having children the following June every year AND they had sex around Christmas to NewYears Eve to have those September babies. :wink:
ok, too much time on my hands when Im tired---- good night
today is the start of the 38th season of sesame street...this season features parodys of:
"A's Anatomy" - a parody of the hit TV show, "Grey's Anatomy"
"American 'I'" - a parody of the hit reality TV series, "American Idol"
Prairie Dawn hosts "American 'I'," the show where contestants compete to see who the best letter "I" is. The letter "B" and the letter "W" sing in front of judges Rosita, Oscar the Grouch, and a dog named Dawg. It's not until a truly talented letter "I" performs that the contest heats up.
"RSI: Rhyme Scene Investigation" - a parody of the TV show, "CSI"
"Meal or No Meal" - a parody of the hit reality show, "Deal or No Deal"
"Dancing With Triangles" - a parody of the hit reality show, "Dancing with the Stars"
"Nascount" - a parody of NASCAR
Count BillyBob von Count, Jr.'s car has a flat tire, and he's pit-stopping to get a new one in the middle of the Transylvania 300 auto race. Count counts one by one as the cars - and eventually the race - him by.
"Dinner Theater: Pear!" - a parody of the Broadway musical, "Hair!
My little dog, Frodo, is at the vet's. He had a stroke during the night. This is the second stroke - last one was in February. He looks better than he did last time and they think there is a good chance he will recover good fuction in a few days.
But it was a long night, and I of course will worry about him until he's ok again.
:frown: :frown: :frown:
she cant even be there... she has to work, so her mom is taking him in, instead...
:frown: :frown: :frown:
What a sweet doggie.
been having chest/heart problems for a while now...
coughing like hell....
I guess its a fairly common thing with their breed, when they get older... :frown: :frown:
My sister has two of them....
still young ones, but still.... :chagrin:
and she said that she feels like Pablo knows its okay for him to go now, because he knows that she's going to be okay..... with me....
:frown: :chagrin: :sheepish:
uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh
losing pets SUCK!!!
soooo sorry Carolyn
you too nick :frown:
6:00am - At last! I Go Pee! My favorite thing!
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!
10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm - Lunch! My favorite thing! v
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!
6:00 pm - They're home! 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!
Excerpts from a 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 what I am capable of. 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 has got to 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...
they were pretty big too!
doesn't say what kind though
anyone have one of those ear waxing things done where someone pours wax in the ear to cleanse it of impurities? I've heard it works and probably needed to prevent this kinda freakish thing...
spiders found in kids ear!
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry a bout this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years -- canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: In many ways, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3 Are easier to train
4. Normally come when called
5. Never ask to drive the car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't want to wear your clothes
10. Don't need a "gazillion" dollars for college
And finally,
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
1 / 15 / 1992 - 5 / 26 / 2007
I don't have any other words right now.
I hope the knowledge that she is no longer in pain and confusion will help make the sorrow easier to bear.
Love you!
The hulky hound with double the muscle power
but I still wouldnt want to run in to him in a dark alley espicly if I had to dump the trash can he is eating out of!!!! :confused: :confused:
we mite have to fight over it!!!
This week the Daily Mail reported on another canine phenomenon, 19st10lb Samson.
A cross between a Great Dane and a Newfoundland, the dog from Boston, Lincolnshire, is 37in at the shoulder and stands 6ft5in on his hind legs.
steroids?
and...is there a photo of the 6ft5in dog
thats almost my favorite height
Arkansas Couple Welcomes 17th Child
http://wcco.com:80/watercooler/watercooler_story_218011329.html
If they love them all and are happy than I give them alot of kudos & credit.
all begin with J - including a Janna :smile:
and why or how did it take til kid 17 to come up with the uniquness of Jennifer?! wouldn't the easy names come first and the harder names come later....like Jedidiah>?? I suppose they are from ArKANsas! (yes a southern jab!)
and poor girls that basically have the same name-musta forgot they already named one that name!--> Johanna to Joy-Anna! ::rolls eyes::
Jessa and Jinger are cute
Jennifer joins siblings Joshua, 19; John David, 17; Janna, 17; Jill, 16; Jessa, 14; Jinger, 13; Joseph, 12; Josiah, 11; Joy-Anna, 9; Jedidiah, 8; Jeremiah, 8; Jason 7; James 6; Justin, 4; Jackson, 3; Johannah, almost 2.
The family includes two sets of twins.
Sarah asks and says: please say they dont live in a trailer! please say they have more than 2 bathrooms in their house! and who would name their kid Jinger?! :asleep: :eyeroll:
• A baby has been born in every month except June;
• Michelle, 40, has been pregnant for 126 months — or 10.5 years — of her life.
ok if a woman has a 1 week window in a month to get pregnant in the first place than there was a possibility they probably didnt have sex sometime in September? I wonder if many of her children were born in September... which means 2 things.... they didnt do IT right after the babies were born in September (this would make sense if she had stitches or c-section-Ive only known one friend of mine that had sex within 4 weeks of delivery).... therefor concluding she didnt get knocked up and having children the following June every year AND they had sex around Christmas to NewYears Eve to have those September babies. :wink:
ok, too much time on my hands when Im tired---- good night
Prairie Dawn hosts "American 'I'," the show where contestants compete to see who the best letter "I" is. The letter "B" and the letter "W" sing in front of judges Rosita, Oscar the Grouch, and a dog named Dawg. It's not until a truly talented letter "I" performs that the contest heats up.
Count BillyBob von Count, Jr.'s car has a flat tire, and he's pit-stopping to get a new one in the middle of the Transylvania 300 auto race. Count counts one by one as the cars - and eventually the race - him by.
and others...
Edited to say - I just flipped the TV on - and guess what's on?
FUN!!
I'm sure your family has outgrown SS....so that leaves you?!?!?! :big grin:
But it was a long night, and I of course will worry about him until he's ok again.
Please keep us in your thoughts. Thanks.
always have...
I miss the muppets sooo much :frown:
I really hope you have lots of time still with him
poor puppy :frown: