I have no idea what you’re talking about. You need to quit being so defensive.
I’m a lover not a fighter. 
Awww now I want to hear that Michael/Paul duet.
I am going to pit this weather though. Ugh enough already.
Great. So my cousin might be starting to have a breakdown again.
He’s been seeming OK for a while, but in the last day on facebook he’s posted up a SEE THE TRUTH, SHEEPLE!!!1!! video by David sodding Icke and joined the ‘anti illuminati’ group.
It’s only a matter of time before he starts claiming to be half-alien again at this rate.
Oh yeah, and the weather; it’s shit.
Well, I like you just fine.
This is more of a whine than a rant. It also may fall into the tl;dr category, but I need to write it out so scoll on by if you’re so inclined
Jack is a GSD, +/- 9 yrs old, and an absolutely needy velcro dog. He just wants to be with his people, that’s what makes him happy. He’s not destructive when alone, but he doesn’t like being left behind. He’s the kind of dog that will follow me to the bathroom unless I tell him to stay put. He also has spinal stenosis, doesn’t seem to be in pain, but is rapidly losing touch with and control of his hind end 
He’s always had a sort of wobbly hind end, but I put that down to typical Shepherd hips. Several months ago though it started getting worse and he did seem uncomfortable. Vet visit to get meds revealed that my BYB (I assume, he followed me up my driveway 5 or so years ago) shepherd has fabulous hips, but a deteriorating spine Now he doesn’t seem to be in pain, but his coordination is getting worse very quickly, to the point that he’s dragging his toes and sometimes bloodying them They don’t seem to hurt him, I don’t think he really feels it to be honest. I’ve tried vet wrapping and duct taping them, but the don’t last long. Booties get scraped off too, though I may try taping them on (he lost them, so I need to get a new pair).
I’m so torn. He’s essentially happy, still wants to go and do and see and even play a bit, is eating and eliminating normally, his quality of life is still good, I think. But if he really loses all control back there… my life/house is not set up for a wheelchair dog, even assuming I could afford it. I could do the handheld sling for walks and whatnot, but I just don’t know how he’d mentally handle not being able to be with me always. And I’m afraid he might hurt himself trying to get around.
Right now he does get around, but its getting harder for him to get up, and he occasionally falls over when he corners too sharply, or Luna broadsides him. He never reacts to her, but I wish I could tell her to treat him gently
I know I’m speculating ahead of myself, but I’m alarmed at how much he changed - for the worse- while I was away last week. I don’t want to put down an essentially healthy dog - everything else about him works just fine. And I also don’t want to anthropomorphize his feeling when he gets left behind. If he were an only dog that would be one thing, but I have Luna too, who is a 9 mo old Lab. She’s got to get out and go, and we’re training for Rally and Agility.
Argh. I guess it’s yet again a wait and see, take it day by day, and try to decide when the bad stuff outweighs the good.
I’m surrounded by geriatric animals. This next few years is going to suck :-/
It’s Saudi Arabia, not Saudia Arabia.
(don’t ask)
And it’s Soddy Daisy, not Saudi Daisy.
(ask if you want to)
((Sorry, been a long day, and I’ve shifted into smartass mode))
If asked you’ll deny it! 
Me too–and I even made an edgy version of your name when I started. 
CW is a good example of forgiveness. Wait is this pitworthy?
Damn weather! :mad: Noreally. This rain sucks.
Saje, we’re dealing with the same thing with our 9-year-old GSD, to the point that I could’ve changed a couple of names and posted the same. It nearly killed Mojo when he retired, and that Other Dog started going to work with Daddy… his physical condition is declining at a scary rate now, and I think he’s seen his last spring. Much sadness. (((Hugs)))
I told Tony yesterday that I want a break from dogs after this crop has their day. Three years ago, I had to put my Jake to sleep, Mojo is visibly losing his battle, and Sebastian is getting up there (only 5/6 ish, but giant breed…) We have some sad days ahead.
Heh.
Yeah, I am already annoyed with all the “May the 4th be with you!” jokes today. It’s 2:45 and I’ve already heard it/read more times than I need in a single year. Facebook friends, IT’S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE.
And saje, I’m so sorry to hear about Jack’s health. All you can do for now is make sure to cuddle him lots and do his favorite things. Decisions like the one you’re facing are hard, but you love your little guy and I’m sure you’ll do whatever is right for him.
I’ve gotten six “May the 4th” texts today. I’ve told them all that I generally prefer a fifth.
My street has been almost entirely ripped up this week (and hastily and shoddily put back together each night). It’s goddamned mess, the water pipes are full of air, and the noise is unfuckingbelievable. I learned today that there’s a proximity point for jackhammers where “not actually in the room with you” is a meaningless distinction. All morning I had stuff falling off shelves and I swear my bones were rattling. I have no idea how people actually operate those things for a living.
Oh shit , saje. I feel your pain. I had to have our two oldest dogs euthanised in March. It sucks. To tell you the truth, my biggest regret was that I delayed for so long. I really had a hard time letting go.
And now my rant. After a really good winter, we’ve again run into a mystery illness with our chickens. The poultry experts have a name for it-RSS (runting/stunting/syndrome)- but no one has a clue as to what causes it or how to treat it. I’ve been checking around and it is prevalent both locally and across the nation right now.
We first experienced it at exactly the same time last year. Thankfully, it disappears as quickly as it arrives. However, not going to the farmers market for several weeks will drain us financially. I’ve been saving up to do a number of projects and now everything is on hold again.
Sucks to be me right now.
I know about Soddy Daisy. One of my favorite town names, it is.
It’s Howdy Doody, not Saudi Doody.
Fucking computer won’t boot.
What the hell, Amazon? The item I purchased with 1-day shipping this morning began its day in Nashua NH. I live elsewhere in NH. Why the hell did they next ship it to Chelmsford MA??
Bigassed UPS hub there.
Humm. I can’t be the only person who thought you were a girl. Or maybe you are a girl and the other girls are being mean to you? I got nuthin’.
Anyhow, pit away - we haven’t had one of those sorts of threads (full on bitch fight) in quite a while - it could make for a fun weekend diversion.
Anyway, carry on then.
Kee-riste. 6 months to the day after I got into a fender bender (that was partially my fault) I get sandwiched between two SUVs (not my fault. I got rear ended and pushed into the one in front of me.) And since I’m driving a sedan (well, not anymore I’m not) my car takes most of the damage because their bumpers were both higher than mine. Hood’s popped open. Grill is bashed in. Trunk is smashed. Nobody hurt, thank goodness, though I think my shoulders are going to be stiff tomorrow.
And to top it off, I post about it on Facebook around the same time my brother posts about how great the Avengers movie was. Guess which post gets comments from mutual friends and relatives, and which doesn’t?
YEAH, I’M FUCKING FINE EVERYONE, THANKS FOR ASKING OH WAIT YOU DIDN’T. Fuck all y’all.
Goddamn it. Two days it wouldn’t boot past the F2 Bios/F10 Boot Options screen. I got so frustrated and angry that I slammed the thing on the side twice. Then it decided to ask me if I wanted to launch startup repair, and here we are.
So yes Virginia, hitting computers makes them work. 
I still say that when I get a new computer, I’m taking this thing out into the woods and experimenting with 12 guage slugs on it.