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I am 34.

And I fear that some of my assumptions are gonna get shattered starting....NOW.

ps. this is also the place to post photos of your pets.....

44. I got ten on ya.

Edit:

Baha! My new dog, a Jack Russell rescued from a puppy-mill where she was being used as a breeder, and my therapy dog, another rescue, who is Jack (Russell)-Chi(huahua). I could hear them as I was trying to take this shot and get them near each other, "But Moooom! I hate her! Don't make me do this! Do we have to?!"



It has been a hellish night keeping two dominant Jacks apart. I predict many bouts of "quit mounting me!" "get out of my food!" "get away from my mom!" and general, "I'm the boss! No, I am!" for the next week until they get it figured out.

I'm anticipating the bed fight coming up very soon! LOL

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47. Here's the dog!

Looks like LBO's doggie and my Murph may be cousins...

Wow, there are some really great looking dogs here! I'm not joking!

I love dogs. I'm a dog person. I get them and they get me. Strange dogs usually love me, even when they're not that friendly in general.

Sadly, I don't have one right now. I did have a fantastic dog for 15 years. On September 9, 2001, I made an appointment for the vet to come to my house and put her to sleep on September 11th.

When I woke up that morning and saw what was going on, well, I couldn't bear to put her down on that day, even though she was damn ready and couldn't give a fuck about what was going on. She was done.

But I waited a day and the next day they came and I kneeled down beside her in the lush green grass and felt her body utterly relax as they injected that into her. I felt happy for her, and glad that I could give her that release.

That's exactly how I want to go. When I'm ready. Have some pretty women in white coats come to the house, and give me a nice injection. Laying in the grass would be good, too, while it happens.

I'm 47.

Maddy wrote:44. I got ten on ya. :wink:

Edit:

Baha! My new dog, a Jack Russell rescued from a puppy-mill where she was being used as a breeder, and my therapy dog, another rescue, who is Jack (Russell)-Chi(huahua). I could hear them as I was trying to take this shot and get them near each other, "But Moooom! I hate her! Don't make me do this! Do we have to?!"



It has been a hellish night keeping two dominant Jacks apart. I predict many bouts of "quit mounting me!" "get out of my food!" "get away from my mom!" and general, "I'm the boss! No, I am!" for the next week until they get it figured out.

I'm anticipating the bed fight coming up very soon! LOL

Omg. so painfully cute Maddy. it literally hurts. give them a kiss from LBO, k?

Nice one, I've also been curious.

I'm 30. I only have plants at the moment.

29. This will probably be the most surprising thread in the history of RI. Or the shortest (a lot of healthy(?) paranoia round here).

Awww all the doggies!

Yesterday, as I was going to pick up the JRT, I saw an old Golden Retriever walking along a country road. I couldn't believe someone dumped him, and he was really fat, so I think he just wandered. But I wanted to take him home, too! I could see that now, in my tiny little house. >.< I have to tell myself "no" about pets constantly, and have a hard time telling myself "no" even when it comes to getting my pets goodies.

I have a cat. A black cat. He looks like any other black cat. He adopted me when I was a stray. He could take all your dogs put together. He's fearless, and sleeps about twenty hours a day due to the lack of challenges in his life. He killed a possum once, and put it on the door step for me.

I don't care for dogs. Being set upon by them will do that to you.

I'm 3,742.

barracuda wrote:I'm 3,742.

Lies. You don't look a day over 2,698.

Flattery will usually get you somewhere. But the truth is that the lie is to the other side.

Three dogs (2 'belong' to my daughter) but no camera. One is a Shepherd/Pit Bull mix who was rescued starving and beaten up from too many fights. One is a rescued hound who was left alone for days while her owner was away (both are neurotic but very grateful animals) and the third is a 130+ still growing Bull Mastiff/Airedale cross who has suffered not a day in his life. (Also 5 cats including a one-eyed stray rescued from a McDonalds dumpster and also grateful).

Nordic wrote:But I waited a day and the next day they came and I kneeled down beside her in the lush green grass and felt her body utterly relax as they injected that into her. I felt happy for her, and glad that I could give her that release.

That's exactly how I want to go. When I'm ready. Have some pretty women in white coats come to the house, and give me a nice injection. Laying in the grass would be good, too, while it happens.

Beautiful! I agree (why don't people have this option?)

57 this week.........

You are only as old as [the woman*] you feel.

*Insert other gender or species according to taste.