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Post by rockysigman on Oct 31, 2006 14:03:06 GMT -5
Love that new dog, Riley.
How big is he going to get?
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Post by riley on Nov 1, 2006 5:44:49 GMT -5
Mocha and Ernie are awesome.
Rocky - probably 70-80 pounds.
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Post by rockkid on Nov 1, 2006 10:51:38 GMT -5
Big. Miss M is sitting at 65 lbs at the mo. I think she's still growing. GASP
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Post by rockkid on Nov 2, 2006 15:15:27 GMT -5
Dumped ice out of the kids outside water dish this morn. Seems it's better than store bought toys.    The things they do. What's in a dogs mind anyway? |
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Post by strat-0 on Nov 2, 2006 20:41:20 GMT -5
She looks like a great dog, Rock! Many of them are are just delighted and amused at ice and snow. It's as if they think, "Ha! Look at this crazy water! It's hard and cold!" (or white and fluffy) I had one that loved to bound through snow, and every few leaps, she'd drop her tongue down and drag up some to eat. Black cats are awesome, samps. Here's a pic of my second black cat in a row, Ernie--> Cool cat, Fuzz! Black cats rule, samps. I've had two. They're good luck. Cassie is 18 years old! She talks. [img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-12/1120597/Camera%20Picture%202[1].jpg"] |
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Post by tuneschick on Nov 2, 2006 20:57:32 GMT -5
Cassie is such a cutie. And 18, wow. That's impressive!
RK, your pup is such a sweetheart - that last photo is priceless! And it's true, Strat - our Shepherd absolutely loved the snow. We have video of her first winter - maybe four months old - running off the front porch at my parents' house, completely ignoring the four steps down to the groun and just sailing right into the snow. So cute.
And everytime I took her out in the winter, she'd always bury her nose in the snow, right up to her eyes, and then run around the yard like crazy, just insanely joyful. That stuff's the best.
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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Nov 2, 2006 21:06:22 GMT -5
She looks great for an 18 year old cat. I love my dogs but I kinda miss having cats. My old cat Penny was the best. I wouldn't see her for 2 days & then one day I'd come home & she'd be on my bed with her "I'd like a hug now" face. So cute.
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Post by strat-0 on Nov 2, 2006 22:46:34 GMT -5
In truth, Layla, she was 16 at the time of that picture, but she still looks the same now. Maybe a little skinnier. Can't get her to eat more, even though we try by giving her portions of the mushy "gourmet" stuff. She won't usually take more than a few bites. She still follows me around the house like a little puppy, though, and says "Out!" and, "Now!"
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 28, 2006 15:19:06 GMT -5
It's a long and strange story, with a tragic ending. A year ago this spider began building his web in the corner of my bedroom. I made a deal with him: I says, spider, so long as you leave me alone, I'll leave you alone. He kept spinnin his web, I took that for a sealed deal.
Well he built himself a pretty wicked web in the corner there, collecting flies and mosquitoes and the odd assorted dried out husks of random insect victims. His web grew and grew . . .he became fat and lazy. Domesticated, like. I never did bother to name him or anything, which is probably just as well, seeing as how last night, only two nights before we were both going to move out of the apartment, the tragic accident occured.
But first let me tell you about the impending move. See, in just three days I'm moving out to a new place, over by the 9th & 9th area. And I promised the spider that I would relocate his little spider ass, over to the boiler room by the laundry area, behind my basement apartment. There I imagined it would be the ideal habitat for him: all dark and shadowy and warm, with plenty of nooks and crannies under or around the boiler for him to start up a new nest, right? I told him he'd have to start over w/a new web of course, but that he could look forward to riding out his twilight years of spider retirement over there in the posh, dank corner of the Freddy Kreuger boiler room.
Well all that changed with shattering finality late last night as I was heading to bed. I caught a scurrying out of the corner of my eye, and my sleepy mind construed it as one of them freakishly evil 'carpet crawler' things - you know the ones I mean -?- like silverfish caterpillar-centipede alien bugs with wiggly translucent spikes all over em -? God damn but I hate those things. So before either of us knew it, I picked up a hefty book by Avram Davidson and SMACKed that little bitch flat, just like that.
It was only after I removed the book and found a flattened spider underneath, that I realized what I had done. The direction he was headed in was the corner of my room - directly towards his comfy nest web. My spider pal was only coming home late, probably from a long night of spider bending or bug shopping, who knows. Poor little fucker.
Anyway, yeah I feel pretty bad about it, but I figure, hey, how many other people would have let him live so long, fat on the hog in the corner of their room, until he had built himself a veritable castle of spiderwebs? It's all abandoned and covered in plaster dust, bug carcasses grotesquely hung in random corners, like a torture gallery from some cathedral's inquisition.
I think it's for the best, actually. I mean, think about it: would he have survived for long over there under the boilermaker, in the Freddy Kreuger room on the other side of the basement? The spiders that have already claimed that territory would have had him for breakfast. After all, he had gotten used to livin' in my room for almost a year. I can only hope that he met with a swifter and more mercyful fate at my hand.
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Post by Kensterberg on Nov 28, 2006 15:25:55 GMT -5
I kind of understand what you did there, ThoRn. I often make these sorts of deals with spiders outside my home. I've had a black widow living in one corner of my garage since ... shit, I can't remember when she wasn't there! I'm sure it's been several spiders by now, but my feeling is that as long as we don't bother each other, we don't bother each other. Once in a while something happens where I can't let the spider stay where she is, which usually means that the spider bites the dust. I had a black widow on my back porch a few years ago that got so used to the setting that she didn't run hide when I'd open the back door or turn on the porch light. This in itself wouldn't have been a problem, but then two of the dogs started to be interested in this little black thing in this web and ... well, you know how this story has to end.
And if you let the spider live for over a year there, then there's a good shot that (s)he was getting near the end of its natural life anyway. You done alright by your spider-pal, ThoRn.
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Post by Fuzznuts on Nov 28, 2006 15:28:06 GMT -5
See, in just three days I'm moving out to a new place, over by the 9th & 9th area. How can the same street intersect with itself??? It must be at the Nexus of the Universe! |
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Post by Thorngrub on Nov 28, 2006 16:39:11 GMT -5
Indeed it is . . . or soon will be  |
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Post by rockysigman on Nov 28, 2006 16:47:23 GMT -5
Hey, I'm moving this week too. Good luck with your move, Thorn.
Sorry to hear about your spider buddy.
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Post by phil on Nov 28, 2006 16:48:27 GMT -5
Yeah ! I was asking myself the same question ... But with ThoRns, we have come to expect the unexpected ... |
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Post by RocDoc on Nov 28, 2006 16:51:01 GMT -5
Nope. Never killed a spider or a bee on purpose at least.
Wasps, fuck yeah, the useless sonsa-bitches.
I believe it's bad karma to take out the useful multilegged critters. Spiders have a sorta nobility to them.
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