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i love the mini's but never have been able to find them in colors (tho they are out of everything but red and blue)
I guess I'm a little superficial because I really don't like the colors much at least not the ones that are left and it stopped me from making the purchase in spite of the incredible deal. I do need more tanks though. It may just have to wait, however. Truthfully I can't afford any of it right now anyway. Stupid holidays and buying gifts for everyone else
I guess I'm a little superficial because I really don't like the colors much at least not the ones that are left and it stopped me from making the purchase in spite of the incredible deal. I do need more tanks though. It may just have to wait, however. Truthfully I can't afford any of it right now anyway. Stupid holidays and buying gifts for everyone else
I need colors and colored drip tips or else I forget what I have loaded where #firstworldproblems
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Actually, some scientists believe it could happen....that kind of a virus....yikes!! I'd last about a minute I'm afraid....not into firearms or stabbing people in the brains with knives and things.....
Actually, some scientists believe it could happen....that kind of a virus....yikes!! I'd last about a minute I'm afraid....not into firearms or stabbing people in the brains with knives and things.....
i'm with you, sister. i would probably just lay down and let them eat me.
omg there i go again.
Those names just made my heart nearly burst. Buddy was one of my very first dogs ever and I had him for 11 years before he passed from congestive heart failure and a heart murmur. Leo was my choco pibble, the one I had to put down. Whenever I lose a pet I always think I'll never be able to go through it again but life is just not the same without them. The pain is a steep price but it's worth every second that comes before.
I love your description (the bolded part) of dog thinking. Leo had this really funny thing he'd do where you'd scratch back/.... by his tail and he'd start reflex licking and chomping at the air. He loved it so much that he would run along the bushes in our backyard really fast so they'd all get to swaying then he'd stand where, licking and chomping the air, as the branches and leaves brushed over his backside. Then he'd run around and do it again. Good god, I loved that dog. I didn't have very long with him, only a couple years, but he was another one, like Nugget, who was exactly what I wanted when I wanted it. He was so goofy. I would wake with his head on my chest, mouth agape, snoring in my face. Funny how it never annoys me when the dog does it, but the boyfriend? Different story
I hope one day you'll decide you are ready for another dog. There are so very many out there who need people like us.
"The measure of a society can be how well its people treat its animals."
No massive hands for me, I don't see it possible for me to conceal the ego twist with the PTII mini even. It's far too long. A sleeve, I suppose? I haven't needed to be stealthy. I'm relatively nicotine free when not at home. Though today was my first day of working since my setup arrived and I did miss not having it there, so, may need to rethink that
I still miss my first cat. Think about him every day. The little booger single handedly got me through a very hard time and was there every step of the way when no one else was. He died of FIPS at age 7. Taken way too young.
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I've had the same problem with them, especially after rebuilding the coils. Try loosening the tank. If it's screwed down to tightly the rubber insulator squishes flat and blocks the air flow. I'm switching to the mini's.....tired of the fiddling with the PT 2's!
hey Kelli.....is that a poltergeist coming out of your mouth????
yes his name is casper
i'm with you, sister. i would probably just lay down and let them eat me.
omg there i go again.
I dare not!i'm with you, sister. i would probably just lay down and let them eat me.
omg there i go again.
you are on some kind of roll right now
Allegedly, also a purebred golden, but I'd swear he had some St. Bernard somewhere way back in his bloodline. He was 2 1/2 feet tall on all fours and about 7 feet long (not including his tail, and god knows he never did - the number of times he cleared the coffee table with one enthusiastic wag and then looked behind himself like "who did that?!"...) and I have never seen any other dog besides a St. Bernard *drool* like he did... that rubber cement consistency drool was all over me (and him) every day of his life, no matter how many baths we both took! It's a good thing service dogs are infinitely malleable when to comes to commands (over and above the ones that they learn at the service dog agency), because the very first day I had him, I had to teach him "clean up your mess!" (he'd made the biggest drool-and-milkbone mess I've ever seen, with a *mini* milkbone, all over my dorm room carpet.) Credit where it's due, however, he knew what I meant *immediately*, and every time thereafter... which was often, since I also couldn't have a drink with ice or pass an icemaker without paying the "ice toll."
Grabbing an extra piece of ice for the standing-on-your-heels, quivering-with-barely-contained-excitement furry behemoth behind you became such an automatic thing that whenever I had new people over, I'd forget to tell them... they'd go to get some ice and then suddenly say, "Uh... I think your dog wants something...."
Me: Oh, he wants ice. Just toss him a piece, he'll catch it... thinks he's Rafael Belliard in fur.
Them: Seriously, just ice?
Me: Yup. What can I say, he's a cheap date.
*clink* *crunch crunch crunch*
Me: Don't forget to clean up your mess, doofus.
Them: Oh my God, he's *doing* it!
Me: He knows better than to leave me a pile of sticky drool to clean up.
Them: He answers to doofus?
Me: And other things. Come here so I can wipe your mug, goofball.
*bound bound bound*
Me: Argh, not on my jeans!
He got me almost every time... absolutely on purpose. Never thought I'd miss being covered in slime.
You have a serious gift for story telling. I burst out laughing more than once. Of course, I'm a sucker for dog stories. Even as an adult, I cry like a baby when watching Homeward Bound. Like maybe THIS time Shadow won't come limping over the hillside. I wanted a golden for a long time. Now I just want them all. When I was a kid, we babysat a golden named.......Buddy! He was a lot like your big, drooly, dum-dum smarty pants was. We lived in a small apartment with an enclosed courtyard that contained, at its center, a swimming pool. Our unit and the others were directly on the edge of the pool. There was a place directly across from us that often kept their door open in the summer because it was hot, humid and seriously lacking in effective AC units. Anyway, Buddy came in and was so large and out of place he sent everything crashing down off of every surface in the house. To make matters worse, the items he sent flying usually landed in a large puddle of golden drool (they DO drool a lot). I *really* wanted to play fetch with this dog so, when my mother wasn't looking, I threw the ball into the courtyard for Buddy to fetch. It landed smack in the middle of the pool's deep end. I immediately saw how bad this could be and went to get the net to get the ball myself. Buddy was, of course, quicker than me and before I hit the threshold he was in the water. While I suppose his original intent was to fetch the ball, he was immediately distracted by the awesomeness of the swimming pool and went splashing through the water, me running around the edge vacillating between crippling laughter and begging him to come out. Eventually he did. With the ball. And fetch turned into a game of keep away. Buddy, in all his soggy glory, dashed out of the pool with the ball and went trouncing through the neighbors' apartment, clearing THEIR tables and stopping only to shake dog-water all over the home and the people inside of it.
Ultimately, they were great about it. No real harm done and a great memory for us all. I dare say they may have even appreciated the cooling spray of dog-water in the heat. My mother, ever the party pooper, was the only one with a problem. Didn't bother me nor Buddy, though. Me, Buddy and our 3 smaller dogs (include MY Buddy, hope you're keeping track) dog-piled onto the sofa and I had the most AWESOME nap ever.
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I think Apricot is history since I have Banana Cream Pie, Hawk Sauce, Butterscotch, Peanut Butter....
My favorite zombie movie is 24 Days Later - fast rage zombies are even terrifying to a great shot
Every Dog Has Done This 1000 Times, But You’ve NEVER Seen It Captured Like This Before… | Distractify
My favorite zombie movie is 24 Days Later - fast rage zombies are even terrifying to a great shot
Every Dog Has Done This 1000 Times, But You’ve NEVER Seen It Captured Like This Before… | Distractify
AAACK!!!! I can't keep up!! I keep 'liking' and 'replying' and 'liking' some more and 'replying' some more.......the third is her avi big D!!
Wow, my eyesight is worse then I thought, I can only see 2!
Buddy was on to something there, cuz you're still awesome!
exackatickally!
I think Apricot is history since I have Banana Cream Pie, Hawk Sauce, Butterscotch, Peanut Butter....
My favorite zombie movie is 24 Days Later - fast rage zombies are even terrifying to a great shot
Every Dog Has Done This 1000 Times, But You’ve NEVER Seen It Captured Like This Before… | Distractify
I don't care who you are, that right there is funny!
Grab a Kay fun Lite clone so I can live vicariously through you.
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