Pets of Wein
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tiger roach
Urban Bovine Knievel
She wasn't stretching, she was just splayed out like this when I walked in the room.
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“paint me like one of your French girls”
DinoMikeSr
I have the box
SOB, that’s Fed Ex! I’m gonna kick your ass!!!
Dew Knot Humps
Canadian
Merle’s namesake once wrote and sang the words “I grew up in an oil town but my gusher never came in.”
Bummer.
Bummer.
DinoMikeSr
I have the box
When the peanut butter container is empty it gets cut in half and split between two pups. Happy peanut butter enrichment day.
Andrew Sak
Even Andy Deserves Good BEans
Jaxie is chilling on his fairly new cooling mat. It took him a couple of weeks to not be scared of it. This thing really works, and feels much cooler than cloth. I want one for myself.
Pardon the messy bed:
Pardon the video:
Pardon the messy bed:
Pardon the video:
Monson
Sonic Automatist
Another Monty story (viewer discretion is advised).
So, my wife, Monty and I were driving home from holiday the other day and made a stop at this rest area by the road. Nice place. No one else there.
Now, the following sequence of events took place within seconds:
As I opened the rear door and was about to pick up Monty's leash from the floor, he just scooted out of the car like a cannonball. Apparently he had somehow managed to unlock the carabiner from his harness. I didn't think at all, but given the fact that we were 10 maybe 20 yards from the highway, my priority was to get him at any cost. I wasn't fully aware, but at this critical moment my wife was fleetingly incapacitated as she was in the process of changing shoes, still in the car, and only wearing one sandal.
So I went after him, which is probably the worst thing you can do: A) Wire Fox Terriers are fast. B) As soon as he realized I was on his tail he went into play mode and hit the nitro button. I guess there's a reason the acronym for this particular breed often gets confused with another, admittedly more popular acronym.
As luck would have it, he took a sort of s-like route, a traditional dodging-bullets-style zoomie pattern, I guess, but I quickly realized I wasn't going to catch him this way. You just can't go that fast and get your hands anywhere near the ground, and he kept changing direction. Suddenly he swerved from left to right in front of me as if he was about to run circles around me.
That was my cue and I took the fight into the horizontal and leaped. I guess a bit like a goalkeeper would do to save a low shot to the right corner. This was a great plan on paper, but poorly executed: A) My wife will testify in court that I probably meant well but my fingertips missed Monty's harness by at least 10 inches. Maybe a whole foot. B) This wasn't a well-tendered grass field. We were on gravel. I was in shorts and a shirt, sleeves rolled up. I remember having eye contact with Monty for a split-second while lying flat on my face before he just took off again.
Now, my wife will also testify in court, and I'm sure the ballistics report will support her claims, that I somehow managed to get up and go after him again, and repeat the exercise, for the sake of symmetry a textbook leap to the left, again making a similarly graceful and dignified touchdown, on gravel, only this time I got him. To be completely honest with you I don't have any recollection of that second attempt myself.
Having thus regained control of the situation, we got the first aid kit and got me cleaned up. Shins, knees, elbows, forearms, hands, all of it. Then we had our sandwiches, some coffee and a laugh that turned out somewhat hard to suppress, and made it home safely.
How am I doing? Oooh, thanks for asking! Well, if I'm not messed up it'll do till I get suitably messed up. I don't mind postponing that a bit though. For now.
Image unrelated to said incident, this is just Monty being Monty in the garden. This is how we usually roll.
So, my wife, Monty and I were driving home from holiday the other day and made a stop at this rest area by the road. Nice place. No one else there.
Now, the following sequence of events took place within seconds:
As I opened the rear door and was about to pick up Monty's leash from the floor, he just scooted out of the car like a cannonball. Apparently he had somehow managed to unlock the carabiner from his harness. I didn't think at all, but given the fact that we were 10 maybe 20 yards from the highway, my priority was to get him at any cost. I wasn't fully aware, but at this critical moment my wife was fleetingly incapacitated as she was in the process of changing shoes, still in the car, and only wearing one sandal.
So I went after him, which is probably the worst thing you can do: A) Wire Fox Terriers are fast. B) As soon as he realized I was on his tail he went into play mode and hit the nitro button. I guess there's a reason the acronym for this particular breed often gets confused with another, admittedly more popular acronym.
As luck would have it, he took a sort of s-like route, a traditional dodging-bullets-style zoomie pattern, I guess, but I quickly realized I wasn't going to catch him this way. You just can't go that fast and get your hands anywhere near the ground, and he kept changing direction. Suddenly he swerved from left to right in front of me as if he was about to run circles around me.
That was my cue and I took the fight into the horizontal and leaped. I guess a bit like a goalkeeper would do to save a low shot to the right corner. This was a great plan on paper, but poorly executed: A) My wife will testify in court that I probably meant well but my fingertips missed Monty's harness by at least 10 inches. Maybe a whole foot. B) This wasn't a well-tendered grass field. We were on gravel. I was in shorts and a shirt, sleeves rolled up. I remember having eye contact with Monty for a split-second while lying flat on my face before he just took off again.
Now, my wife will also testify in court, and I'm sure the ballistics report will support her claims, that I somehow managed to get up and go after him again, and repeat the exercise, for the sake of symmetry a textbook leap to the left, again making a similarly graceful and dignified touchdown, on gravel, only this time I got him. To be completely honest with you I don't have any recollection of that second attempt myself.
Having thus regained control of the situation, we got the first aid kit and got me cleaned up. Shins, knees, elbows, forearms, hands, all of it. Then we had our sandwiches, some coffee and a laugh that turned out somewhat hard to suppress, and made it home safely.
How am I doing? Oooh, thanks for asking! Well, if I'm not messed up it'll do till I get suitably messed up. I don't mind postponing that a bit though. For now.
Image unrelated to said incident, this is just Monty being Monty in the garden. This is how we usually roll.
