|11-26-2017, 06:11 PM||#11 (permalink)|
stay the |fvck| inside
Join Date: Aug 2011
Location: East of the Southern North American West
My first memory was getting my dog Jazz in a box on my birthday.
I have a shiba inu named Leo that likes to sing along to instruments. He especially likes high piano and guitar chords and climaxes.
When she was a puppy, my dog Skye was with us at some lake or something and I picked up my towel to dry off. The towel had wolves on it and she attacked it.
At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed.
|03-21-2018, 03:16 PM||#12 (permalink)|
I'm back, baby!
Join Date: Oct 2008
Location: In your face
I wish I had managed to get this on video, but anyway...
Millie is my female cat and Eddie is the remaining male. Eddie is much bigger than Millie but a little dumb to say the least. Millie usually lies on Karen's bed; it's kind of her spot. Last night Eddie decides he'll take over. Millie comes in, sees he's there, gives him a filthy look and goes to look out of the window. Eddie, triumphant, settles down.
A few minutes go by, and Millie seems to be looking very intently out of the window. Eddie notices, and begins looking over. You can just see the cogs in his little brain working: "What's she looking at? What's so interesting? I want to see that!" And down he jumps.
Having joined her at the window, he looks out but Millie turns around, looks at him, hisses and walks off. A moment later, she's on the bed. Poor Eddie turns around, sees what has happened, looks up forlornly and has to walk off. Millie wins.
Girl power/brain over brawn. Score.
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