I used to have 3 basset hounds, but I'm a big fan of my new pup. Less slobber, less shedding, but with the same hound attitude. Spoiler for size.
Then we would never pants. What man EVER likes wearing pants? Women call it "Parading around in our underwear ". No parade. Just not wearing pants. The way the Baby Jesus made us.
Basset Hounds are my favourite. I think it's the howl I love most of all, but I've loved them since Flash. And for such short legs, they can run like sonsabitches when they have to.
Where I live, summer is damn near year round. We have shittastic bitter cold, then we have heat. Ugh.
His name is Oliver and, nope, thats it. His face is a little "older" looking, but he won't get any bigger. He's on a strict diet and he gets plenty of exercise to make sure he doesnt gain too much weight. There is nothing worse for their health than being overweight. I also lucked out as he is quite passive for a mini-dachshund. Hardly barks, is beyond friendly to everyone, and isn't food or toy aggressive. His only drawback, if you start playing fetch with his ball, he will pester you for hours to continue.
From a conversation with a friend upon seeing her ex-boyfriend upload pictures to Facebook of him wearing a shirt that said "I <3 Squirters"
I had an English Springer Spaniel growing up. That dog was awesome, definitely not for people who don't want an energetic animal. I really want a dog but the current work situation just makes it impossible. Too bad because I have a big yard. I think when I get out of the Air Force I'm going to adopt a former police or military dog. Those animals have seen some shit and deserve a good home, plus they are already extremely well trained.
Two things: 'Reckless' by Bryan Adams is a fucking great album. I haven't listened to it in about 20 years, but man, it really holds up. Makeup. Wow, there's a girl that lives in my building I talk to in passing. Certainly a good looking girl, but I'm sitting there last night, in pants, waiting to go dinner, and I decide to go on the roof for a smoke. Holy fucking shit. She was up there all dressed up for a night out. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous. Or maybe it's because I haven't been laid in ages, could be that too.
Its funny, my buddy is getting married at the end of the month and yesterday he sent me a text saying so and so will hook up with me. I asked him how he knew that, he said he asked her. Good friend, making sure I get some at his wedding.
I'm late to the cute dog party. Here is how my dog spends most of his hours. Sometimes I wish I was a dog. And by the way, my dog could kick all of y'alls dogs butts.
That's what my father-in-law has. A bullet-proof retard English Springer named Riley who can drink beer and has the strength of a freight locomotive. It doesn't help he's insanely happy and spears you upon first sight.
What I've learned from this place is that I'll know I've found the one when I want to fuck her even when she is on a heavy flow period. It's not true love otherwise.