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FAV DOG OR ANY PET
my fav pet is a dog, the CAIRN TERRIER, WHY BECAUSE THEY CAN BE SUCH A PAIN IN THE NECK,CONSTANT BARKING,WANT,S A WALK 3 TIMES A DAY,WILL TAKE ON ANY OTHER DOG NO MATTER HOW BIG THEY ARE,SCARE,S THE LIFE OUT OF ME,WHEN HE DOES THAT.THEY LOVE FROG,S THE TIMES I HAVE COME DOWN THE STAIRS AND THERE IS A FROG SAT THERE,WITCH HE HAS FOUND IN THE GARDEN AND BROUGT IN THE HOUSE,LOVES TO LICK YOUR FEET DONT NO WHY,I DONT HAVE A LETTER BOX BECAUSE MY POST WOULD ALL BE RIPPED UP.AND THIS CAIRN TERRIER IS CLOSE TO 15 YEAR,S OLD BLESS HIM.
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But I saw this & thought of u !! Hope it posts....
This is how I heard YOUR WEEK was going....
First you had trouble getting out of bed
You had a stiff neck
Your new diet really doesn't seem to be working out
You pulled a muscle when you tried to exercise
Your new hat looked better on you at the store
You keep losing things
You got caught in the rain at lunchtime
Then the lunch you had didn't seem to agree with you
You feel trapped
Uninvited guests showed up at dinnertime
On top of that you think you're coming down with the flu
And finally, you're alone in the house at night when you think you hear a noise in the basement
MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER!!
Thought for the Day
Handle
every stressful
situation
like a dog.
If you can't eat it or play with it,
Just pee on it and walk away.
I love cats too, mainly because they're totally different to dogs, they just do what they want when they want.
my erm missus,s.....yeah thats right my Missus's Guinea Pig........its not mine......ahem
WEEP WEEP FTW!!
Hyper little thing tho.
How-ever my Jack Russell "Rusty" Lay's around all day and eats anything that falls on the floor. He has his own basket but as soon as we go to bed he's straight on the settee. When I rush back downstairs to catch him out he's back in his basket, but the settee is still warm. He's got little legs but thinks he's a greyhound, he's getting old now but can still find the muddiest smelliest muck to roll in. Love him to bits.