You’d think this was a thread about a Roald Dahl book.
I sincerely hope not.
But it apparently has happened.
That’s so Canadian.
Holy cow, I have had nearly the exact same conversation with my dogs over the years. And, Max, our last, would sigh in that “huff” kind of way. We used to laugh at him. But he was totally spoiled.
Cat owners who don’t think dogs are sneaky, shifty, little manipulators, but simple creatures, have never lived with a dachshund.
I can’t even recall the last time I got brush hogged.
Is that what the kids are calling it these days?
I have a hog brush, does that count?
(It’s a shaving brush made with boar hair.)
I sure think so, and laws against murder are more severe than vehicular manslaughter. Accidents happen, health and highway related, it’s sad but inescapable. Murder, particularly of young people, is deeply repulsive in a way accidents are not.
There are some legitimate uses for guns that might cause fatal accidents that are no more repulsive (or “tragic”) than a death from cancer — but not the gun murder of of this particular girl.
I grew up in a house with 2 dachshunds (Sooky and Pooky), and later an Irish Setter, a Great Dane and a Schnoodle. They certainly had sneaky moments, but their deviousness never reached the level of most of the many cats I’ve had. It’s like the difference between a used car salesman and Lex Luthor.
But, I did have a ferret, named Zeke, who was as diabolical as the cats.
The thing is, though, that what qualifies as unacceptably “obnoxious behavior” in children can be pretty subjective. I think it would take some pretty aggressively antisocial behavior on the part of a bunch of young children playing outdoors in their own neighborhood’s city streets to ping my “behaving obnoxiously” meter.
IMHO, the mere fact that the young children playing outdoors were making noise doesn’t automatically qualify as obnoxious behavior. If you live in a city in a neighborhood with young children, you have to expect the usual children-at-play noise levels.
The little girl’s murderer perhaps should have paused to consider how noisy it’s likely to be in the men’s correctional facility where he’s about to spend at least several years. I expect it was fairly quiet in the hospital where he was taken to treat his injuries, though.
I’ll just leave this here.
I has a sweet potato.
Yeah you gotta quit those. She’ll stop eating her regular food.
Bear knew they came in the Walmart bag and would nearly jump in the bag when it came in the kitchen.
We went cold turkey on the cats. They were frantic for a day or two begging for them. But the withdrawals ended and now we’re much happier.
Boiled chicken livers are the only treat they get.
Ohhh, the “huff!” I grew up with a golden retriever. Whenever we went on a road trip, she expected to have the third row of the Suburban all to herself. Generally, this wasn’t a problem at all…but on some trips a small bag or two might end up back there. She still had plenty of room on that third seat, but was highly insulted at something being placed on her seat. She would curl herself up into a little ball on the seat, point her nose down in a sulking posture, and huff.
LOL, Max was small, so his huffs were mostly made when we didn’t give him treats he thought he should get.