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Apr 23, 2007 7:28:32 GMT -5
Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 23, 2007 7:28:32 GMT -5
Well, if she's happy with it, I guess its okay. If it's done properly, its probably not much more painful long term than neutering or tumor removal. It's funny to think about your dog just happily arfing away without any real effect. Mine's staring at the door growling now. He's not used to the constant traffic associated with living in a parking lot.
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Apr 23, 2007 9:45:49 GMT -5
Post by Venomeye on Apr 23, 2007 9:45:49 GMT -5
Aww that sounds so funny! Now I want to hear your dog "arf"!
Staring at the door growing? That's also funny, it reminds me of my dog (the one in the picture), who yips and growls, and howls with a high pitch.
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Apr 23, 2007 12:03:54 GMT -5
Post by Poofiemus on Apr 23, 2007 12:03:54 GMT -5
Even funnier is when she arfs at something utterly random--like her reflection in the oven door or the cofeemaker. In fact, she barks at the cofeemaker a LOT. I have to pick her up and put her on the counter to sniff it to convince her it's not an 3v1l moster to be terminated.
And the growling sounds both amusing and annoying simultaneously. XD
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Apr 23, 2007 12:45:26 GMT -5
Post by Venomeye on Apr 23, 2007 12:45:26 GMT -5
haha... coffeemaker..... I wonder why, is it really that reflective? I can imagine a dog just standing there barking at something random shaking its head. When I put my dog in a high place he just sits in one spot staring at you, and doesn't move, then I take him down and he shakes when he walks off (though I don't do it often, and it's usually on top of the washing machine).
What the heck is a 3v1l monster?? OH... evil. Took me like 4 minutes. *cinder blocked*
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Apr 23, 2007 13:38:08 GMT -5
Post by Poofiemus on Apr 23, 2007 13:38:08 GMT -5
When she arfs at it, it looks like she wants to kill it. She thinks she's the great ninja dog or something. Then, when you show it to her, she looks at you and wiggles as if to say, "See, I killed it! Aren't I good? Do I get a cookie now?" And when you put her on the counter, after she's confident she's killed the coffeemaker, she starts sniffling about like, "This is fun! Any food up here?" Yup, my dog's crazy.
Yeah, that was my attempt at using leet. I obviously failed, since I don't really speak leet. ^^;
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Apr 23, 2007 14:09:45 GMT -5
Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 23, 2007 14:09:45 GMT -5
Awww. Your dog does cute annoying things. Mine does annoying annoying things. Lately, he's been stealing just-printed pages out of the printer and running behind the recliner with them. It's getting old fast.
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Apr 23, 2007 14:18:44 GMT -5
Post by Venomeye on Apr 23, 2007 14:18:44 GMT -5
Haha really? Maybe trying putting up your printer on a high place to avoid that, if you can that is. Vacuum cleaners are their worst enemy, however, cats are another story. NEVER hold one when a vacuum cleaner is turned on. I learned the hard, terrible awful way.
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Apr 23, 2007 14:24:58 GMT -5
Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 23, 2007 14:24:58 GMT -5
Mine actually lets me vaccuum him. I use a small handheld brush, and I move slowly. He seems to enjoy the sensation.
As for the printer, I've finally got my Yamaha connected to my compy again, so I just leave it on some awful brass or reed instrument with the volume cranked. He hits the keys, and the resultant aural assault discourages him.
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Apr 23, 2007 14:42:39 GMT -5
Post by Venomeye on Apr 23, 2007 14:42:39 GMT -5
That makes me think about letting one run on a piano, would probably scare it half to death and bark at it/jump off. I don't know.
That's a good idea though, so I'm guessing you can't move it to higher grounds? *gets another evil idea* I wonder how he would react to an R/C car.
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Apr 23, 2007 15:11:17 GMT -5
Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 23, 2007 15:11:17 GMT -5
He hates RC cars. I have three or four of those ZipZaps (the matchbox sized ones Radio Shack put out a few years ago). He always runs and hides when he sees them zooming about. I love them, though. They're small enough to run on the kitchen table, but they also do just fine in a parking lot. Yeah, the printer is where it is because there's not really anywhere else to put it. There's cabinets on this wall with a desk underneath them, divided into cubbies. The smaller one is just large enough for the monitor, CPU, speakers, keyboard, and mouse. There's a hole in the partition going to the larger cubby, which has a shelf. The printers are on the shelf, with some books, and the keyboard, modem, scanner, and a small amplifier are on the tabletop. It's a pretty cool setup, actually.
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Apr 23, 2007 16:27:43 GMT -5
Post by Venomeye on Apr 23, 2007 16:27:43 GMT -5
My dog hates those RC things too, I rolled on at him and he ran back a few feet and barked, jumped at it, did a split second U-turn and repeated, it's funny.
That layout sounds nice, too bad there's not enough space for everything! My transformer computer is on the right of my monitor, and my CD rack is behind me, and then there's a shelf to the left with everything on it. Which is a bunch of junk, all of my mail (mostly from pesky banks) decorations and um... DVD collections. Around my room is a clock, 6 Ruth Thompson prints, and a sword. A shelf for all my old console stuff, and that about covers it.
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Apr 23, 2007 18:11:57 GMT -5
Post by Poofiemus on Apr 23, 2007 18:11:57 GMT -5
*whistles innocently, looking at the consolidated goodness that is the iMac* You don't want to hear me describe my desk. It looks like something exlpoded.
All this talk about torturing dogs reminds me of how my uncle accidentally glued his rotweiler to the bathroom floor. XD
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Apr 23, 2007 19:18:49 GMT -5
Post by Pipe Organ Wolf on Apr 23, 2007 19:18:49 GMT -5
I think this is a story we need to hear!
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Apr 23, 2007 19:20:08 GMT -5
Post by Venomeye on Apr 23, 2007 19:20:08 GMT -5
*nods*
I wonder how that was an accident?
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Apr 24, 2007 0:04:00 GMT -5
Post by Poofiemus on Apr 24, 2007 0:04:00 GMT -5
Well, okay.
My uncle bought a fixer-upper house a few years ago, and he lives there just him and his two dogs, the rottie Harley and the shepard Max. He decided a couple years ago that it was time to upgrade the bathroom flooring from linolium to real tile, and so spent all day ripping the original crap off the floor. Finally, after several hours, he got the linoleum off, though there was a thick residue of heavy-duty glue left on the concrete. He decided to take a break, and started playing fetch with Harley inside the house. He threw the ball, Harley skidded after it, brought it back, and the cycle started over. Then, when throwing the ball, my uncle sort of...mis-aimed, and it ricoched off one of the walls and bounced into the bathroom. Harley, essentially being a big doofus, dashed after it. My uncle sat there for a moment waiting for the dog to come back, but he didn't. Then, he heard this low growling. He went into the bathroom, and saw that Harley had gotten his front feet stuck to the gluey floor when chasing the ball, and was now stuck, angry that he couldn't move forward to get the ball. My uncle yanked him off and shut the door, but unfortunately he had plush carpet at the time and for several hours Harley walked around with carpet fluffwads on his front feet.
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