John, jesus dude. Does your curmudgeon mode have an off switch?
John Moralessays
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Holms, it is truly unfortunate that not everyone can be as pleasant and good-natured as you show yourself to be.
(I rather like dogs, myself, and find it a bit sad they have such short lives.
But it’s nice to see an obviously well-loved dog make it to a ripe doggy age)
Silentbobsays
Holms, credit where it’s due.
Or favourite commenter managed to spare us the usual multi-paragraph rant about how he nearly tore his ears off due the supreme offensiveness of the “fucking music”.
Holmssays
Where would John be without his trusty tu quoque?
John Moralessays
My second-to last dog — Flynn, a Rhodesian Ridgeback — had the best ever experience when he was a pup; this is in South Australia, which is quite a dry place. He was a summer pup.
So, walking along after a heavy rain, we came across a rather large puddle.
He was the happiest puppy ever, after a tentative moment. Mad dashing and splashing through that puddle and subsequently-encountered ones on that walk.
The sheer joyousness and brim he exhibited upon his discovery made that little kid in the video look rather tame. Back and forth, back and forth, happy happy joy joy.
Then there was the time he was older, and caught a young rabbit.
He crunched it right up, starting at the skull and ending at the other end.
This was after breakfast, when he got his morning walk. Rural area, of course.
Crunch crunch, chomp chomp, took but a few minutes. Skin, teeth, the whole lot.
Ridgebacks are quite the doggy dog; alas, he succumbed to illness in his 8th year — after much diagnosis, he was determined to have hypoparathyroidism.
Anyway… the bittersweet experience of being a dog owner.
(Our current canine, Igor, is a Good Dog, too — 5 yo mixed American/English bull terrier. Lovely disposition, no aggro whatsoever in him)
John Moralessays
PS
Igor knows the following:
come, stay, sit, down, wait, later, cross, here, off, this way, leave it, drop it.
Sometimes he does not obey, but then, I don’t push unless there is need.
(After all, what’s the point of not being able to rebel a little bit, to not have any independence?)
But he’s still a Good Dog.
John Moralessays
Igor hates thunder, and Igor hates fireworks. Cringes, even.
But (better than I am, he is) he ignores the yappy dogs. No worries.
My first pooch, Bozo, a rather muscular specimen who was the ultimate ball dog, taught me how to poop properly — that is, do what you feel like doing when you feel like doing it, but don’t strain, since there’s always a next time.
Oh, the stories I could tell about him!
(Anyway, perhaps one day I will learn from Igor and ignore the yappy dogs as I learnt from Bozo; it’s not an impossibility)
brightmoonsays
My late spoiled darling had the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen . You knew exactly what she was thinking. ☁️My ball rolled underneath the stove; I want to see what that bank teller is doing ; can I get in the conversation of those 2 drug dealers in that parked car . ☁️That last one was a definite NO!
John Moralessays
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Oh, c’mon, dudes.
This sniping and yiping is exactly like what those toy dogs do.
See if I can prompt you:
Holms: you entirely misapplied tu quoque in a manner that indicates you practice cargo cult logic.
Silentbob the utter misnomer: you certainly understand why I think what I think about stupid and pointless background music, though you don’t understand why I didn’t bother to bring it up this time around.
(Come on, dudes. Stroke my ego!)
Holmssays
Sniping? I made an observation about you, you then went to some effort to un-curmudgeon your contribution to this thread. I liked the improvement, even though it you (of course) took a shot at others. Still, good job.
Dog looks old and arthritic. But yes, good dog indeed.
I present: the original.
John, jesus dude. Does your curmudgeon mode have an off switch?
[meta]
Holms, it is truly unfortunate that not everyone can be as pleasant and good-natured as you show yourself to be.
(I rather like dogs, myself, and find it a bit sad they have such short lives.
But it’s nice to see an obviously well-loved dog make it to a ripe doggy age)
Holms, credit where it’s due.
Or favourite commenter managed to spare us the usual multi-paragraph rant about how he nearly tore his ears off due the supreme offensiveness of the “fucking music”.
Where would John be without his trusty tu quoque?
My second-to last dog — Flynn, a Rhodesian Ridgeback — had the best ever experience when he was a pup; this is in South Australia, which is quite a dry place. He was a summer pup.
So, walking along after a heavy rain, we came across a rather large puddle.
He was the happiest puppy ever, after a tentative moment. Mad dashing and splashing through that puddle and subsequently-encountered ones on that walk.
The sheer joyousness and brim he exhibited upon his discovery made that little kid in the video look rather tame. Back and forth, back and forth, happy happy joy joy.
Then there was the time he was older, and caught a young rabbit.
He crunched it right up, starting at the skull and ending at the other end.
This was after breakfast, when he got his morning walk. Rural area, of course.
Crunch crunch, chomp chomp, took but a few minutes. Skin, teeth, the whole lot.
Ridgebacks are quite the doggy dog; alas, he succumbed to illness in his 8th year — after much diagnosis, he was determined to have hypoparathyroidism.
Anyway… the bittersweet experience of being a dog owner.
(Our current canine, Igor, is a Good Dog, too — 5 yo mixed American/English bull terrier. Lovely disposition, no aggro whatsoever in him)
PS
Igor knows the following:
come, stay, sit, down, wait, later, cross, here, off, this way, leave it, drop it.
Sometimes he does not obey, but then, I don’t push unless there is need.
(After all, what’s the point of not being able to rebel a little bit, to not have any independence?)
But he’s still a Good Dog.
Igor hates thunder, and Igor hates fireworks. Cringes, even.
But (better than I am, he is) he ignores the yappy dogs. No worries.
My first pooch, Bozo, a rather muscular specimen who was the ultimate ball dog, taught me how to poop properly — that is, do what you feel like doing when you feel like doing it, but don’t strain, since there’s always a next time.
Oh, the stories I could tell about him!
(Anyway, perhaps one day I will learn from Igor and ignore the yappy dogs as I learnt from Bozo; it’s not an impossibility)
My late spoiled darling had the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen . You knew exactly what she was thinking. ☁️My ball rolled underneath the stove; I want to see what that bank teller is doing ; can I get in the conversation of those 2 drug dealers in that parked car . ☁️That last one was a definite NO!
[bored]
Oh, c’mon, dudes.
This sniping and yiping is exactly like what those toy dogs do.
See if I can prompt you:
Holms: you entirely misapplied tu quoque in a manner that indicates you practice cargo cult logic.
Silentbob the utter misnomer: you certainly understand why I think what I think about stupid and pointless background music, though you don’t understand why I didn’t bother to bring it up this time around.
(Come on, dudes. Stroke my ego!)
Sniping? I made an observation about you, you then went to some effort to un-curmudgeon your contribution to this thread. I liked the improvement, even though it you (of course) took a shot at others. Still, good job.
There you go. Thanks, Holms. 🙂
(mmmmmm)