Jake swallowed his coffee bean immediately. Victor played with his, throwing it up in the air, pouncing on it, mouthing it, throwing it again.... Jake caught it mid toss and swallowed it. Game over. Victor was not impressed with his brother, the bean thief.
I can so picture that. Shrek does the exact same thing. Everything he eats falls right back out the side of his mouth.
Well said. My mom's dog was the most spoiled dog on the planet, but every night at 9:30 like clockwork she would get up from where ever she was, grab the corner of her favorite little blanket and drag it to her crate. She'd spend the next few minutes getting her bed just right, then get in and close the door behind her. Don't even think of trying to get her out of there before morning.
I'm watching the new Survivor and wondering why these people don't think to put on a swimsuit under the clothes they wear out there. Or why they wear these dressy clothes out there to begin with. The first thing they do is have a competition and half the men are wearing pink underwear or tightie whities...
Tiff, I took a class where we made a soft sculpture person. I was quite proud of my project. One night I came home from work and she had been eaten. Both dogs looked guilty sitting there with the parts strewn all over the house, but I couldn't figure out who did it. Three days later Cody was drinking and I noticed something go to the bottom of the bowl from his mouth. What??? I looked in the bowl and there was one of her eyes. It had been stuck somewhere in the jowls of the big white beast. Guilty, guilty, guilty.
My Dad brought his Maltese over and I had to lock the boys in a bedroom for their own safety. They wouldn't put the pushy little guy in his place. He's smaller than their heads, but they backed away from him. Go figure. Sonny was quietly cheering Jake on to just eat the darn mean little thing.
He wouldn't bite anyone, but he makes sure everyone hears how unhappy he is at being there.
My two votes...
When it first happened, I couldnt move. No standing, sitting, laying down, walking, nothing. The Navy claimed there were two treatments. One involved burning off nerve endings around the hernia. To me, not an option. The second treatment involved injecting steroids into the caudal cavity to kill the inflammation enough to allow scar tissue to build up around the spinal cord. After three treatments over the span of six months, it finally worked. Not enough to be pain free, but enough to where I could function. After my last check up, Ive been given a third option if it continues to get worse, and that will involve removing the herniated disc and inserting a piece of plastic around the spinal column in place of the disc and it will eventually fuse the vertebra together.
Charli goes into her crate very willingly when shes told to. We have to shut her in there whenever we leave or she eats various non food items around the house. If she's in there without being told to be, shes done something wrong and puts herself in timeout.
Lies. You just made them smaller.
Still no CC mail. Looks like I'll be making a trip to the P.O. tomorrow. and of course their hours are the same as the ones I work.
