Posted on 03/29/2013 10:40:11 AM PDT by Slings and Arrows
I pity your type.
Ann Archy is FR's 'lil ray of sunshine.
Her type is the reason that I like dogs a lot and people not so much.
Just to make her day, here is my great big coon hound sleeping in a min pin bed.
My pit mix when he was a puppy with his first Glock.
The wee Phudd chasing cows.
My pit fighting a min pin.
Ditter's doggie. Now who the hell wouldn't love a visit with this pup?
TheOldLady's cat's new bed.................
The latest news report about humblegunner.
And finally my Foster, we call this one "A Corgi in a laundry basket."
Damn, missed you on the ping.
I just don’t seem to have a National Tattler photo of yer cats handy!
How did I make it into that lineup?
I never saw them hookers as pets and I wouldn’t want ‘em near me in a hospital.
Hibiclens is not that expensive and it is used to kill the germs already on the patient.
Lawyer: Mr. Parrot. Did you or did you not say something libelous to my client?
Parrot: F@#ck you!
Parrot owner: Your Honor, my parrot only knows those two words.
Judge: Mr Parrot do you in fact know only those two words?
Parrot: F@#ck you too!
Parrot owner: Your Honor, I honestly don't know how he learned that third word!
Parrot to owner: Go f@#ck yourself!
Lawyer: I rest my case!
Could someone bring my therapy snake to to the hospital? Pretty please?
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My friend, the world needs you because you taught Charlie Sheen all he knows.
You are a National Treasure.
ROFL
And here are Misty and Deimos:
A couple of years ago my GSD and I schlepped on an airplane from Southern California to WisCANsin to say goodbye to my Daddy who was in a nursing home.
Oh. My. GOSH, was she well received. Smiles all around on otherwise grumpy, nothing to live for, expressions on their faces.
It was WELL worth it....in oh, so many ways.
Then a couple of weeks ago I brought BOTH dogs into a hospital to visit Gramps. Ditto that. LOTS of smiles all the way around.
That’s lovely....especially when so many hospitals don’t let CHILDREN come into the rooms.
I have no clue why.... they (both places) let my dog(s) in.
Maybe it’s my winning personality? Ha!
BG’s GSDs rock!
Ja Herr Eaker
That they do...... ;)
I was born in the '50s, but what is it like to still live in them?
My grandson was actually born in a hospital room and they didn't bum rush him into the parking lot.
Here is Kaiden at a hospital staff "lunch & learn" meeting.
Or perhaps it's that winning look in your eyes that says "Shall you let my dogs in, or shall you be scarred for life?"
BTW lost your phone#.
Possibly, but they're probably thinking of conjugal visits.
In my little town we used to have a miniature horse named Tater Tot who was allowed in the local nursing-extended care facility.
Little guy brought a lot of joy to those folks. He finally retired last year.
Thanks for answering that one.
I was too stunned to even form a coherent thought.
8-O
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