SDR,
> Well, if they didn't complain, why are you?
> Maybe they were suicidal. You don't know.
> You talk to dogs and cats, you know they have
> pretty much your same level of intelligence...
Dogs did complain, hence the charges.
I talk to you, lady, what's the difference?
>
> So! You're one of those nasty people who wants them
> ripped apart for the sake of our guts? Or maybe just
> to make some glue for your little kids' classes. Jees!
No. Your conclusion is wrong.
>
> Bengal tiger owners include lazy people--One guy had
> one in his apartment in the Bronx. Where does it stop?
Whew! Explains extinction.
>
> I carry a gun just so I'll be ready when I run into a
> lion out there--It's gonna happen BECAUSE people like
> you do not understand you live among people now.
Ha! Poor baby... Compensator? How big are your tires?
>
> And get their defecating dogs sic'd on me?!?
Lower your voice, stand still, you stop looking like lunch.
Single dogs defer to commands. Otherwise, avoid packs...;>
>
> AND stop signs, but I wouldn't trust my life to one!
> I know my fellow-monkeys. That's why I wouldn't go
> to your house, or take a muffin from you.
You would not be invited nor offered a muffin, given you
are afraid of stop signs, need a gun to move about and
are afraid of dogs and more afraid of fellow-monkeys.
May I recommend a zoo? Or two? For you?
> Where you buy your guns/dogs? Puppies (mutts) are
> going for $400 in the local pet store. You can get
> a Smith and Wesson, top of the line, for $350 at
> "any mall." (That's not a store.)
>
> For as long as we've owned dogs we've understood
> that "being thrown to the dogs" in the worst death
> we can inflict on anyone. Lady, you are a liar.
I do not buy dogs or cats. You missed reading the rescue story?
Focus...;> Every seven days in nearly every shelter/pound, animals
are killed automatically unless adopted. The older ones are not cute;
they go first. A Shelter employee explained to me in '96 why cats
often die of self-induced respiratory failure vice needing euthanizing
to the same extent as dogs. Dogs keep believing man will show up;
cats know within three days they are doomed. They turn over food
dishes, shred the papers and face the back wall to court death. Dogs
have wagging tails en route to the death tank; they are believers,
hence, the costs are different over time for various animals. Cats
get the drill and arrange their own way out more often than not at
his Shelter. I have a splendid sword and know about well-placed kicks.
Why have a weapon that could be used against me? You are insecure.
Methinks you are going to the dogs with all that gun fondling,
lady...;>
>
>> Every human that says the dog's name get his smile.
>
> Tell that to the old lady that was just mauled by
> her three dogs in Philly. These assholes always say
> the same thing: "Jeepers. They never did that before!"
> Every single person interviewed on TV swore they
> were amongst the friendliest/sweetest dogs around!
>
> And you ask me if mankind will survive!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dog packs can be dangerous, so can human animals packs.
Common sense needs be applied. Lack of food, water and
such would adversely impact you. Cannibalization occurs.
Keep your friends fed and ensure it is their gun they fondle.
I do not ask. Were man kind, he would survive, but hey...;>
>> Hey, lady, did your husband ever apologize for
>> farting?
>
> Never! But I don't have a husband. So there! I win.
Wow! Could have fooled me given your familiarity with flatulence.
> I noted that you did not say, "I wash..." I guess
> your mother wasted a lot of of here time with you.
> First, trying to find a father for you with some
> brains. And then the rest of it, of course. She also
> owned some time-wasting animal, right?
My father was present before I arrived, lady, I wash no less
than hourly, especially after door knobs and light switches...;>
No, my parents owned only my brother and me, the ultimate
time-wasting animals...;> My Grandmother fed stray cats
and all the guyos who showed up at her door during the Depression.
Even long post WWII she gave fellows ten dollars and a clean white
shirt she had me iron and directions to rent a room and get a job
when they exited the drunk tank. She salvaged dozens even as
she enriched priest and politicians who all looked alike to me...;>
She had a combo German Shepherd/Collie I did not care for because
he objected when I talked back to her. He was loyal to her and did
not like me much. King lived long and prospered. He lay at her feet
while she sat reading in her chair and waited for me to misbehave...;>
10 hour work days doing the boss bit plus years nights through grad
school+ made having a dog not an option. Cats cope; dogs expect
consultation, imo. Until I read parts of Barry Lopez's book, kindness
of Stuart who knew about dogs, I had no clue what a joy a dog could
be.
Dogs are the decent sort when humans are. Dogs out of control, like
humans out of control may behave badly by some yardstick. But dogs
comprehend rules and who is in charge. They tend to prefer one man
to multitudes. Packs are not helpful to dogs or humans, it brings out
the worst as in Catch you top this? behaviors. Ask guys in bars who
are afraid of being seen as sissies, exactly like dogs do...;> Check
the
picture in this weeks's Time of Vick on Page 13. The pit bull's penis
may be larger than his; it is more visible, although Vick has grabbed
his
for this photo in front of his car. His head band is cute, bet the
boyos
loved that bit. His dog-ripping ventures are clearly what satisfied
him.
That picture tells it all. Beyond the bling is a guy with trained
tearer-upper
for anyone else who has a dog-like penis. Ah, the visibility of the
goal...;>
>
> So you've pretty much decided that after
> you die your heirs should just raze the house down
> and sell the lot for a commercial construction...
> maybe a toxic waste dump.
No, the present appreciation is a bubble to burst...;>
Zoning is firmly residential since 1960 build up occurred.
>
> This is why I object to misplaced courtesy: So, then,
> none of your guests has ever come into your house
> and started gagging and crying out: "For Christ's
> Sakes: What the Hell stinks in here?!?!?!"
Never. All the windows are open all the time. Fans work.
>
> Lady: Walking the street I can tell whether a house
> has a cat living in it. People's scent cells fire once
> and then ignore the stimuli: You can get used to
> ANY amount of stink. Bring in a kid and ask HIM.
I have. Not a hint of scent from anyone, but my Jessica
McClintock or sweat if I am due for a shower post work.
I used to walk the elderly female cat to the surprise of
the kids in the nearby school who had no idea a cat would
walk like a dog for a mile around the blocks. Now they all
know the Buddy dog at the local school and race to the
fence to greet him. He is under control as all owned dogs/children
should be and the teachers and students look forward to
greeting him when he is walked on a lease by a Spouse
with a bucket and scoop, in case he defecates, as per the law.
>
> Do you EVEN look at your cats crapping? Cats jump
> in their shit boxes and DIG up the shit there before
> shitting again! DO THEY WASH THEIR PAWS before
> walking all over your dinner table? Your lap? Before
> pawing your cheek bones? NO. But you don't mind,
> do you! Heck, you even kiss their cute little paws...
> because everybody knows cats are such CLEAN animals
> ... constantly licking their fur, their balls, their
> little assholes--because even cats hate to walk around
> with bits of shit hanging out their asses, but unlike
> people, cats were never taught by Jesus to use
> TOILET PAPER were they, no, they use their tongues.
> The same tongues they use to drink from your teacups
> and lick your best china... the one you put out for
> your favorite guests (the ones who themselves live
> with animals so they think nothing of coming over to
> your STINKING house). Ah sweet life!
Wrong. The litter clumps, kiddo. Modern times...;> Neat packs.
They have their own dishes. My stainless steel dishwasher
raises the temperature to boiling when the water arrives from
the solar box nearly boiling for most of the year. Hygenic!
Do you wash your hands after fondling weapons, scratching?
I think not, lady. Immune systems work. Allergies occurs
when shelter is extreme; remember eating a peck of dirt ago?
I do apply mineral oil to inside their ears and wipe it out with
tissue because wax may house mites therein. I say, it's time
to clean your ears and two of them leave the room, the others
like it, including the dog who does not kiss or lick me either.
Jesus taught you to use toilet paper? Explains your view.
>
> Why doesn't this surprise me? And, pray tell, how
> many venereal deceases have you collected so far?
None, so far. No unwanted pregnancies either...;>
>
> Madam, I feed as many as I can without being caught
> by the cops and thrown in prison for not feeding cats
> and dogs instead. This is a bizarro world. But I know it.
You have revealed that aspect to me.
> Too late: I've been drafted, forced to attend schools
> of every description and malice, to work in jobs for
> the amusement of psychopaths (apparently). And
> I can NEVER buy anything at my own price!!!!!!
>
> Did you even see the musical version of
> Les Miserables?
Yes, I did in LA, at the Shubert or the Pantages ago.
But then, I had read the book ago while I was also reading Orwell.
> Madam, violence is the ONLY thing that makes any sense
> in a violent world: I've never heard of anybody
> proposing winning a war with love (well, I think in
> a Monty Python episode they proposed sending out a
> wave of naked men at the enemy). Can't remember
> whether it worked or not... but even that involved
> some violence.
>
>> When a Vick cannot profit from being
>> stupid/cruel/barbaric.
>
> Vick was done in by: somebody dropped a dime on him.
> Those things can kill'ya!
Methink the ripped up enraged dogs blew the whistle...;>
>
> Like you, for a long time I didn't drink "beer" so I
> wouldn't get stung: After listening to you, I'm
> thinking of starting.
Good for you! I have a glass of wine twice a year, yum!
> I do not condemn you for the children you saved
> but only for those you did not save. Yours is a
> common fallacy of man. Shame on you.
I reject the shame. Everyone is doing the best they can.
>
> No. Check that. It's not your fault. Ya can't blame
> dogs for biting or cats for scratching, I suppose.
We agree.
Jeanne
