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Originally Posted by OccultHawk
Rescue dog so I don’t know
I had some money at the time
If you got $1100 $1000 is terrifying - if you got $15,000 man you’re such a good person for loving your dog
Some people think poor people shouldn’t own dogs. Idk - I think some homeless people have dogs that love life - they’re outside exploring all the time
Who knows?
Dogs just like that be fed. That’s like 99% of it I figure.
If you die your dog isn’t burning incense and saying a pray; it’s looking around for food.
Those stories like the dog waited in one spot for such and such a time for its master to come back. Secret: Someone was feeding that dog right there. Otherwise it would be out looking around. A dog ain’t like oh no hawk is in the er. The dog is like where’s my ****ing alpo.
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Yeah well maybe but....
I bet nobody was feeding this dog!
From an account about the Battle of Marathon (490 BC)
Another tale from the conflict is of the dog of Marathon. Aelian relates that one hoplite brought his dog to the Athenian encampment. The dog followed his master to battle and attacked the Persians at his master's side. He also informs us that this dog is depicted in the mural of the Stoa Poikile.
Edit: **** that's not it. Hold on...
Sorry: here it is. Battle of Aughrim (Ireland), 1691
The Jacobites lost thousands of men, including some of their best commanders, and the resistance against William was broken and defeated forever. An observer with the victorious army, with the curiously appropriate name of George Story, had this to say afterwards: "from the top of the Hill where [the Jacobite] Camp had been," the bodies "looked like a great Flock of Sheep, scattered up and down the Countrey for almost four Miles round."
The English dead were buried, but the Irish were left where they fell, their bones scattered across the battlefield, to remain there for years to come. They were left to ravens and wild dogs, some of which of the latter became so fierce that they constituted a hazard to people passing that way. A rather touchingly tragic story is told by the English author John Dunton, of a greyhound who, his master slain at the battle, remained with his corpse, guarding it until shot by a passing soldier the next January.
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Originally Posted by OccultHawk
omg you’ve gone TrollHeart
take it from me, keep taking your pills!
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Yeah you do not want to go that direction, trust me!
Good edit, though!
