So adorable. We went to the dog run this morning. I want to live at the dog run. I will sleep on the wood chips and bathe in the public fountain and do general cleanup work just so my hound and I can be around all the dogs all the time.
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I was never a dog person, but my husband always wanted one. I’d finally come around to considering it, but refused to get a dachshund because I’d had a friend with two and they were beastly creatures all around. Naturally, a dachshund was the exact dog my husband wanted. So when a co-worker told me a friend of his…
Dachshunds are the only dogs for me. I had them for many years, and when my last dachshund died, I never got another because losing her was too sad. Lately I’ve been thinking about it again, because it’s been so long and I’ve come to the conclusion that life is incomplete without a dachshund in the house.
This is exactly my dog any time I let him outside without being leashed. Even at the end when finally getting caught, my dog rolls over onto his back just like that. It’s like “HERE’S MY BELLY DON’T KILLLLL MEEEEEEEEEE”.
If you’re ever challenged to a knife fight IMMEDIATELY remove all jewelry (except rings), remove your shoes (keep heels nearby for additional weapon if disarmed), wrap any belts around the wrist and forearm of your dominant hand and BEFORE the fight can officially begin use the knife to cut off the grab-able portion…
Many men think the wooing stops the second they make someone their wife. It doesn’t. If anything, that’s when it should really start. Marriage and monogamy get really boring and what keeps it fun are the little things.
I paid good money for my dress, not only am I not taking it off, I intend to be buried in it.
I think you have every right to be upset and hurt and I don’t think you should let his behavior go. I don’t know what the solution is but to not sound like a “materialistic bitch,” as you said, I would just recommend stressing that it is the lack of effort on his part that hurts you.
Yes yes yes, I am v. in favour of aggressive niceness. Kill them with kindness! Kill everyone with kindness! And then sit amongst the corpses and have a nice cup of tea!
Nobody should ever be nervous about anything as long as they remember they are not Lindsay lohan. This applies to literally everything in life. “Nervous about my new job. It’s ok. I’m not Lindsay Lohan.” “Nervous about meeting my bf’s parents. It’s ok; I’m not Lindsay Lohan.” “Nervous about joining the military. It’s…
I’d feel better if a) most of my friends weren’t in the bridal party so I had someone to stick to, and b) I didn’t know that one of the people going is someone who kinda massively hates me and I’m worried we’ll end up having a knife fight in the car park and I don’t know what shoes to wear to a knife fight.
it’s natural to want to defend your country but publicly sanctioned punishment rapes might not be the best hill to die on...
I want Europe’s the final countdown played at mine.
Serious question ... How does one avoid being shot by a cop during a traffic stop when there is a gun strapped to the drivers side seat? (Aside from being white, that is.)
I told my wife my wake has to include “Fat Bottomed Girls”.
Okay, so let me preface this with a trigger warning: This story relates to the death-by-firearm-suicide of a young person, and includes some description of his body post-mortem. Just putting that out there for people who find that difficult to deal with.
There is literally nothing about this in Emily Post.
On my reservation, we had a tradition of having funerals in the house. One time one of my cousins died before Christmas. Her house was decorated for Christmas. It was very lovely. Her body was right next to the tree. It was nice to look at her body and at the tree. I'm used to having funerals like that.
Well yeah. Living people need to eat yo.