not only that but even long after they are trained and taking care of business a lone poop shows up out of nowhere with everyone out of town and my two separated its a bit of a trick keeping them out of the sun and happy inside/outside one had a bad stomach and pooped on the other side of the house, nbd but it set off a sort of poop war between the two both are smart enough to lmk they need out if they're in the same room as i am but the other day i get a poop in my closet after the bad tummy poop on the otherside of the house i voice my dismay as this is not a bad tummy but a full healthy, easy to clean dump at 11am after i just let her in her preferred spot after i cleanup grumbling at her and sit back down i swear i smell and its a SECOND dump in nearly the same spot and of course where the other one typically sleeps that gets a loud "bad dog!" and kicked out on a hot day lol both of them used to tear up bedding but that's all over and a poop thing every couple of years doesn't make for unhappiness the norm is for me to let them run in the morning and evening and they poop as far from the house as possible routine is a very good thing
I've been blessed. Freya is a princess. I don't even think she farts. And if she does her shit don't stink. I don't known if I'm doing this right but about a week after having her I ran out of her bougie food and got her some regular kibble. She was not having it and didn't want to eat all day. I had a steak in the fridge I was gonna eat the next day but I felt bad that she wasn't eating so I gave her the meat which she gobbled down and went to bed. In the morning she got up and we went out to walk and she had a nice shit. Next day again she ignored the kibble. My nephew brought some chicken so I gave her a couple of breasts that night and again she went to bed then popped perfectly in the morning. Third day same. Ignored the kibble all day till it was like 10 pm and she was looking at me for meat but there was no more but a little bit of ground beef. So I mixed it in with the kibble and she ate all her kibble. Fourth day there was no meat for real. She ignored the kibble all day. But later that night she eventually ate the kibble and went to sleep and pooped nice in the morning. And has been doing so ever since. My question. Is her feeding at night before bed a bad thing? She snacks during the day by swiping the cats tuna when they leave their bowls unattended. And I give her one of her little treats 3 or 4 times a day. She basically eats one big meal at night and goes to sleep. Is this how you get dog diabetus?
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Has there ever been a son of David Bowie? A spiritual successor I mean. It would have to be almost totally inverted to make sense. Because another Bowie from a Bowie makes no sense. That wouldn't be Bowie. And Bowie ain't no regular blade. He's also serrated. For your pleasure. Or for maximum carnage. Probably the only way to do it was going the way of Kurt Cobain. When you cant beat the angel who fell from Mars you can be the demon that spawned millions of millennials.
i just read that he never met Cobain but always wanted to talk to him about covering man who sold the world crazy to think they wouldn't have spoken but i guess at that level its just a business transaction and then he was dead
The terror or knowing what this world is about. Is that... All our people are businessmen, their loyalty is based off of that.
worked for her several times 20 years ago and she was a really sweet lady lived in woodland hills and i was able to troubleshoot and eliminate a phantom operation for her it had been driving her crazy and we joked about it being the ghost of Nimoy very down to earth and called me again when a dump truck lost control and plowed into her house at the end of a cul de sac hope the end wasn't painful RIP
What a woman. Best thighs in history. First interracial kiss in TV history with that lucky dog, Shatner. RIP indeed.
watched the netflix mini series on 99 woodstock called Trainwreck painted everyone involved in a bad light but ultimately tries to blame white privilege and racism for the tragic outcome the promoter michael lang, who was the original woodstock promoter, is a huge delusional pos and so are his partners they created a hideous and ugly series of events and try to wash their hands and walk away throwing blame...typical the kids didn't want to grow up and go to work??? and each one of the bands that incited rage and mayhem bore responsibility as well including kiedis not wanting to say anything but plays Hendrix's fire a world become one, salads and sun, only a fool would say that disgusting to the core
typical everything now is about zero accountability and (instead) finding someone else to blame the douchebag promoter surprises me not at all pin it on whitey and the degenerate musicians but wait… you and you ilk are white and didn’t you hire said musicians? fucken scumbags
it was actually ananda lewis who was an mtv vj at the time who was directly making the race accusations although the promoters and people around the show were certainly insinuating as much worth watching as these douchebags confiscate water, flame and everything else on entry and then hand out candles to everyone in the end sort of a microcosm for what it appears they would like to see in society worth watching btw and peace and love lol what a joke
was just going to ask as well where are ye rube? don't make me come over there and drag you out not scared of that dog
You cursed me last week. You are a wizard. Symbolic imagery is magic. As is cursing people. I fell from your evil jesuit curse. Felt pain behind me eye. And like crackle pop from half a rice crispy but loud. Then mild eye diwcomfort for a few hours as if I had a speck of sand. But behind the eye in the brain much pain and swelling Spent three days with my face closed. Left eye drooped. Left mandible dislocated. Right shoulder dislocated. No power to do nothing but nap. Eyes getting more open but sight is tired and legs feel like cement . Belly super swollen. Neck twisted. Glands all swollen. This hasn't happened in a few years. But this was the mildest one in a long time. Im better right away after a week. But I feel like an old old man. No spirit. But my tachycardia was wat out of line before this. I was at 144 and I could feel the preasure in chest. Now after this stroke of luck my tachy is down to 99 bpm. And I can lie down on my left side without feeling like a balloon. But yeah, finski you an evil wizard trained in the art of word magic. Please repent. Which means turn heel. Or else you will continue to misuse your talents and cause harm with what is only supposed to be used for good exclusively or it becomes a curse upon you.
I lost my phone on Saturday. I haven't left my house. I don't know how to get into my accounts on anything. I feel really dumb. Like retarded. Sleeepy. But not sleep. Like if finsksi sent a Jesuit magic bullet to stop me. I go to Armenians all the time. More than the Turks. Doner btw means thor. Donar for you western arians. And the top in which the kid is roasted al pastor for a gyro or shawarma taco. Off topic. The dude at the bakery gave me armo attitude. The armos love me this is the first one to ever act caveman with me. I was in super cave man form so I put my hat on the floor and gave the nice bakery lady the leash to my dog and I started mocking the guy for talking tough. He was stomping around me yelling blood and the dudes from the Mediterranean deli got up. Now these dudes are there all day mostly everyday and never see them work. They just sit and smoke and talk on phone and munch on pickled turnip. A customer from the market was yelling at me to leave that I was being a troublemaker. I'm thick in Armenian district and every face looking at me is from old Noah's stock. I tell the lady to call the cops if she afraid. She says on who. I say on me. Now please be quiet so I can finish my purchase . Bakery dude told me to go outside when I went in with dog. This is halfway through my order. A little girl was taking my order just fine. He came in and was rude but I rolled with it. Turned one cheek. I continue order from door way. With dog on my left hand outside . Then he says to go outside completely and he will call me when my breads are baked. I like fresh yeastless thin bread with spices and veggies. They cheap as fuck and very nutritious. I go there everytime I go to the market next door. So I wait and he calls me for my order. I poke my head in and say I cant go in because of my dog. Can you bring it to me. He responds by saying why cant I come in. I tell him I have dog and can't let him go to go to the counter. He says... what do you want me to do about it? With an indidignant tone as if I was trying to treat him as a servant demanding him to flip the counter door and come bring the credit card machine and my package. I was the only customer. He just felt I was fucking with him. I had a swollen brain and so my eye looks weird and my voice had gotten very deep and croaky so maybe he felt I was too much. I have been I totally understand. I had been doing so much better with my lower back and hips. But too many people dying in my family. And the family all fighting. And their dad told me all the secrets to put down each of his kids. A persons personal image is his god. And his life. When he believes that image is everything. Or what's best in life. Then getting cancelled is kin to murder.
