Archive for the 'Dogs' Category
If you want to know why I will not sell training videos or products to France you can read this short article by Andy Rooney.
If you are an American you may or may not agree with the Iraqi war – the time for discent (sic) ended when the war started. Now that it has begun it’s time to support our troops.
I have long thought the best part of Frances (sic) gene pool was killed in WW1 and WW2. This has been confirmed by the French Government throught (sic) recent history.
Lets (sic) not forget that France refused to allow American military planes to fly over France to deal with Libia (sic) and Kadafi (sic) in the 1980’s. After we bombed Kadafi’s (sic) tent there were no more terrorist acts sponsored by the Libian (sic) Government. We lost one pilot in that raid.
In my opinion France is not worth one American’s life.
Readers of a more sensitive nature might want to skip Mr Rooney’s article and the subsequent “jokes”.
In the grand scheme of things this post will not affect anything. I certainly would not buy anything from a supplier that sells prong collars to the general public. But it made me feel good.
[Via Dean Allen.]
(feel free to copy and amend to suit your most beloved/hated team)
A guy walks into a bar with a sausage-dog under his arm. The dog is wearing an England rugby jersey and is festooned with England pom-poms. The bartender says, “Hey! No pets are allowed! You’ll have to leave.” The guy begs him, “Look, I’m desperate! We’re both big fans, the TV’s broken at home, and this is the only place around where we can see the game.”
After securing a promise that the dog will behave, and that he and the dog will kick themselves out if there’s any trouble, the bartender relents and allows them to stay in the bar and watch the game.
The big game begins with the English receiving the kick-off. They march down field, get stopped at the 22, and Wilkinson kicks a drop goal. Suddenly, the dog jumps up on the bar and begins walking up and down the bar giving high-fives to everyone.
The bartender says, “Wow, that is the most amazing thing I’ve seen! What does the dog do if they score a try?”
The owner replies, “I don’t know, I’ve only had him for three years.”
[Via Sevitz. Again.]
(you can open your eyes, this one’s for real).
Does anyone live near Woodinville WA? Thinking of adopting a dog? Then go have a look at the Hooterville Homeward Pet Adoption Center (on the north side of the Clearwater Spas building in Woodinville).
This is Blue.
“One of the great and disturbing mysteries at Homeward is why in the world Blue is still here. She’s obviously one of the most striking dogs we’ve ever seen. That takes care of the beauty part. She’s extremely bright. That takes care of the intelligence part. She loves people but isn’t one to slobber all over you the first time you meet. She’s from the Old School, she likes to get to know you a bit and expects you to be at least as smart as she (though she doesn’t care for math). That takes care of the personality part. She adores car rides and hikes in the woods and has the agility of a butterfly. That takes care of the physical part.
What’s the problem then? Could it be she’s nine years old? Is the ugly spectre of ageism rearing its head? If it is, shame on you. Blue is in her prime, not on the downhill slope. Don’t confuse old age with maturity. She can run all day, then grab a bite to eat, curl up against you for a light massage, give you a facelick, take a nap and do it all over again. Won’t even wind her. Maybe it’s the fact she’s not too fond of other dogs. So what? How often do you throw a party for the canines on your block? We’ve been working with her and she’s making progress, so lighten up. Granted, you probably won’t ever see her picture on an Animal Planet Doggy Dating Service but you won’t have to muzzle her like Hannibal Lecter when you take her for a spin, either.
This sweet, wonderful, warm-hearted girl would like nothing more than to find a permanent, loving home with people who adore her. She will give back so much more than she will ever take. So do yourself an enormous favor and come visit her.”
You’d rather a male dog? How about this gorgeous great dane/boxer cross. Please, someone go rescue him and change his name from Malcolm. In fact, let’s come up with a great name for him right here. I’ll suggest Bruno. Does he look like a Bruno to you?
No it’s Mr Jeffries!
Bassett hound Mr Jeffries has been declared the dog with the world’s longest ears.
He has beaten his own grandfather to the title, says the latest edition of Guinness World Records.
Mr Jeffries, whose full name is Knightsfollie Ladiesman, has ears which measure 29.2cm (11.49ins). His grandfather was Biggles, the face of Hush Puppies shoes.
Owner Phil Jeffries, from Southwick in West Sussex said his pet – whose ears are insured for £30,000 said Mr Jeffries was often standing on his ears, tripping over them and dragging them in his food.
The new title-holder took on the record after his grandad died last year.