Nature does what nature does, sends moonbat into therapy

[dandi]

Arugula Latte  (1000+ posts)      Wed Jun-16-10 09:46 PM
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21. I don't know ...
 I'm more afraid of people in rural areas than I am afraid of people in the city. Maybe that's the influence of "Deliverance" or something

Well ya know...that WAS men forcibly sucking-off men so...run with that...ya know...

When that happens in a rural area, Burt Reynolds shoots you with an arrow.

In the city, they call it "Pride Day" and put on a parade.

[AllosaursRus]

Well ya know...that WAS men forcibly sucking-off men so...run with that...ya know...


When that happens in a rural area, Burt Reynolds shoots you with an arrow.

In the city, they call it "Pride Day" and put on a parade.

I don't think they were doin' much "suckin'", more like "pokin'"! There's a reason they wear those buttless chaps, ya know! How's that for "pride"?

[Ballygrl]

You so remind me of my wife. I have to take off the heads (and tails) of the trout I catch, so they don't "look" at her.  

My husbands idea of fun is catching a big fish, bringing the whole thing home, then putting it somewhere in the basement, then call me downstairs and I see the darn fish and scream LOL.

[soleil]

My husbands idea of fun is catching a big fish, bringing the whole thing home, then putting it somewhere in the basement, then call me downstairs and I see the darn fish and scream LOL.

You and I are a lot alike as far as animals are concerned. I actually used to love to fish. I don't eat fish, so I'd always throw them back. One time my hook got one in the eye, and my husband had to take the hook out. The fish was then one-eyed willie. I haven't fished since. I felt bad for doing that to that fish when I had no intentions of eating it. Not sure if the fish survived or not, but I don't fish anymore. I love to still go with my husband while he fishes. He eats them, so I don't feel so bad, but I was doing it for sport, and I don't agree with that.


And I understand this gal's sadness over the owl taking the kitten. NAture is harsh, and it has to be that way. Doesn't make it easy to see. I watched this mama and daddy bird trying to teach their baby to fly in my backyard for a couple of days. I would try to encourage the bird to go into the next yard over because my dog was a little animal killer. Didn't happen. My dog treated the baby bird as a play toy, and it killed it. It hurt my feelings so bad. He also killed cats that came into my backyard, possums, snakes, squirrels, etc. He was a little killer dog. He was a wonderful dog to people and to my other dogs, but any random animal that came into my backyard usually didn't make it back out. He is dead and gone now, and I miss him so much, but there are a lot less dead animals in my backyard now. The worst was when he brought a fresh squirrel through the doggie door. Not good.

[Carl]

Always remember folks that if that sweet house cat or devoted dog were to suddenly be 4 foot tall at the shoulder and was hungry...

[soleil]

Always remember folks that if that sweet house cat or devoted dog were to suddenly be 4 foot tall at the shoulder and was hungry...

A cat? Sure. We call them lions, tigers, panthers, etc. A dog? No way. Not a pet dog anyway. Maybe a group of wild dogs. Wolves.

But it is survival. It is life. It is the way it goes. The owl had to eat. The cat was an easy catch and probably the right size.

[Ballygrl]

You and I are a lot alike as far as animals are concerned. I actually used to love to fish. I don't eat fish, so I'd always throw them back. One time my hook got one in the eye, and my husband had to take the hook out. The fish was then one-eyed willie. I haven't fished since. I felt bad for doing that to that fish when I had no intentions of eating it. Not sure if the fish survived or not, but I don't fish anymore. I love to still go with my husband while he fishes. He eats them, so I don't feel so bad, but I was doing it for sport, and I don't agree with that.

And I understand this gal's sadness over the owl taking the kitten. NAture is harsh, and it has to be that way. Doesn't make it easy to see. I watched this mama and daddy bird trying to teach their baby to fly in my backyard for a couple of days. I would try to encourage the bird to go into the next yard over because my dog was a little animal killer. Didn't happen. My dog treated the baby bird as a play toy, and it killed it. It hurt my feelings so bad. He also killed cats that came into my backyard, possums, snakes, squirrels, etc. He was a little killer dog. He was a wonderful dog to people and to my other dogs, but any random animal that came into my backyard usually didn't make it back out. He is dead and gone now, and I miss him so much, but there are a lot less dead animals in my backyard now. The worst was when he brought a fresh squirrel through the doggie door. Not good.

Until a few years ago we always had dogs, I never thought of them as animals at all, they were always a part of the family, then 1 day there was a bloated bird in my yard, it was obvious the bird was sick, couldn't fly and hopped around, of course I started crying, then opened the back door, I didn't realize my sweet precious wouldn't hurt a fly door was there and he got out and went right for the bird, it was such a shock when I realized my dog really was an animal and he did what his instinct said to do, what a reality shock that was.

[Carl]

A cat? Sure. We call them lions, tigers, panthers, etc. A dog? No way. Not a pet dog anyway. Maybe a group of wild dogs. Wolves.

But it is survival. It is life. It is the way it goes. The owl had to eat. The cat was an easy catch and probably the right size.

I grew up on a dairy farm and there is no animal wild or domesticated that can be trusted when their instincts take over.

Raccoons,which everyone thinks are cute are often rabid and vicious critters and could do a lot of damage to a human if given the chance.

[soleil]

Until a few years ago we always had dogs, I never thought of them as animals at all, they were always a part of the family, then 1 day there was a bloated bird in my yard, it was obvious the bird was sick, couldn't fly and hopped around, of course I started crying, then opened the back door, I didn't realize my sweet precious wouldn't hurt a fly door was there and he got out and went right for the bird, it was such a shock when I realized my dog really was an animal and he did what his instinct said to do, what a reality shock that was.

Yep. I have had dogs for as long as I can remember. This dog I speak of was the first one I ever had that liked to kill animals that got into his territory. He never bloodied them up, but he definitely killed them, and he thought I should be proud of him for doing so. Kinda like the cats that drop the mouse at your feet. I did everything I could to try to dissuade him from doing it, but his instincts always kicked in. He was definitely the alpha dog in the house (we had 3 dogs at the time). I always though he'd be a good leader for a pack if he were wild.

I brought home a stray kitten once that I found underneath my car. I tried to find the baby a home, and no vets around here would take her. I decided I'd take her to the no-kill shelter the next day when they opened back up. I brought her in the house, and she wasn't having it nor was my Hutch. So, I thought she'd be ok in the front yard for the night. I put out food and water. Well, she decided to venture into the backyard. Not good. I went to the bathroom for a second, came back out, and little miss kitty was dead on the living room floor. I guess she got into the backyard, Hutch got her, and he brought her in the house for me to see. I cried so hard. I actually had to call my husband to come home so he could remove her.
I couldn't even stay in the house with her lying there dead. I thought that I killed her. I brought her into the situation. She'd been better off as a stray.

Hutch died (got ran over-freak accident) while I was pregnant. He was a huge kid lover, but I kinda felt like this was God's way of making room for my baby girl. At least that is what I told myself. I was already emotional from being pregnant, and then this accident happened, but I think it was for the best. He was a loving dog toward people, but he and other animals (besides my other dogs) just didn't mesh. Couldn't have my baby girl getting caught in the mix.

[soleil]

I grew up on a dairy farm and there is no animal wild or domesticated that can be trusted when their instincts take over.

Raccoons,which everyone thinks are cute are often rabid and vicious critters and could do a lot of damage to a human if given the chance.

Raccoons are cute, and they have some crazy human-like qualities, but they are dangerous. Many also carry rabies. I do agree with you. Many animals, if not all, that aren't domesticated will kill you for food or for territory purposes if they have the ability. And there is only so far that some animals can be domesticated.

[Chris_]

I brought home a stray kitten once that I found underneath my car. I tried to find the baby a home, and no vets around here would take her. I decided I'd take her to the no-kill shelter the next day when they opened back up. I brought her in the house, and she wasn't having it nor was my Hutch. So, I thought she'd be ok in the front yard for the night. I put out food and water. Well, she decided to venture into the backyard. Not good. I went to the bathroom for a second, came back out, and little miss kitty was dead on the living room floor. I guess she got into the backyard, Hutch got her, and he brought her in the house for me to see. I cried so hard. I actually had to call my husband to come home so he could remove her.

Hutch died (got ran over-freak accident) while I was pregnant. He was a huge kid lover, but I kinda felt like this was God's way of making room for my baby girl. At least that is what I told myself. I was already emotional from being pregnant, and then this accident happened, but I think it was for the best. He was a loving dog toward people, but other he and other animals (besides my other dogs) just didn't mesh. Couldn't have my baby girl getting caught in the mix.

That's so sad.

[soleil]

That's so sad.

It was. I wish someone had told me not to watch "I am Legend" the day he died. I had no clue there was a dog in that movie. I boo-hoo'd big time. And I am not a big cryer. However, I haven't brought home any random animals since. I was notorious for doing that. A baby squirrel once. The kitten. Another dog... Hasn't happend since.

[BEG]

Until a few years ago we always had dogs, I never thought of them as animals at all, they were always a part of the family, then 1 day there was a bloated bird in my yard, it was obvious the bird was sick, couldn't fly and hopped around, of course I started crying, then opened the back door, I didn't realize my sweet precious wouldn't hurt a fly door was there and he got out and went right for the bird, it was such a shock when I realized my dog really was an animal and he did what his instinct said to do, what a reality shock that was.

I know this isn't what you all were discussing but I'll post it anyway.  We used to have a black cocker spaniel when we were first married.  We named her Baby and she was our baby.  She slept on our bed, we literally babied her.  Even when I would take her out to pee I would carry her at times.  We took her everywhere.  

Within a week of having our son we got rid of her.  We lived in an apartment so I don't know if the dog hair was worse because of the apartment or what but every time I dropped my son's bottle or pacifier there would be dog hair on it.  Every time I folded his little white under shirts there would be black dog hair all over them.  When I would wash his sheets there would be dog hair on them.  I immediately "turned" on our first "baby" and said she had to go.  I never thought that would happen but it did.  

My real child out ranked my animal "child".  I'm sure some animal lovers would be appalled by what we did but the thought of my real baby sleeping in dog hair or when he was old enough, crawling around in it, was not an option.  We gave her away to someone I worked with.  I used to bring her to work with me sometimes and he absolutely loved her.  I know she went to a good home and I don't feel guilty at all.

We now have two Schnauzers, when they finally "go" I will not get another animal.  I love them and they do bring me joy but they also screw up my house.  One of our dogs have thrown up twice in our kitchen and it has etched the travertine tile.  In our house in Dallas the older dog got into Flintstones Chewable Vitamins and threw up all over our dinning room floor, had to buy new carpet.  There are many other things that these dogs have done that to me (I am OCD) I do not want to experience again with a new dog.  My kids can buy their own dog when they are out of the house.  In the mean time, I will care for our dogs, take them to the vet, get them groomed, play with them and I know I will be sad the day they die but secretly, I look forward to the day when I don't have to mess with an animal.  

[AprilRazz]

Always remember folks that if that sweet house cat or devoted dog were to suddenly be 4 foot tall at the shoulder and was hungry...

I thought UGP was taller?

[soleil]

I know this isn't what you all were discussing but I'll post it anyway.  We used to have a black cocker spaniel when we were first married.  We named her Baby and she was our baby.  She slept on our bed, we literally babied her.  Even when I would take her out to pee I would carry her at times.  We took her everywhere.  

Within a week of having our son we got rid of her.  We lived in an apartment so I don't know if the dog hair was worse because of the apartment or what but every time I dropped my son's bottle or pacifier there would be dog hair on it.  Every time I folded his little white under shirts there would be black dog hair all over them.  When I would wash his sheets there would be dog hair on them.  I immediately "turned" on our first "baby" and said she had to go.  I never thought that would happen but it did.  

My real child out ranked my animal "child".  I'm sure some animal lovers would be appalled by what we did but the thought of my real baby sleeping in dog hair or when he was old enough, crawling around in it, was not an option.  We gave her away to someone I worked with.  I used to bring her to work with me sometimes and he absolutely loved her.  I know she went to a good home and I don't feel guilty at all.

We now have two Schnauzers, when they finally "go" I will not get another animal.  I love them and they do bring me joy but they also screw up my house.  One of our dogs have thrown up twice in our kitchen and it has etched the travertine tile.  In our house in Dallas the older dog got into Flintstones Chewable Vitamins and threw up all over our dinning room floor, had to buy new carpet.  There are many other things that these dogs have done that to me (I am OCD) I do not want to experience again with a new dog.  My kids can buy their own dog when they are out of the house.  In the mean time, I will care for our dogs, take them to the vet, get them groomed, play with them and I know I will be sad the day they die but secretly, I look forward to the day when I don't have to mess with an animal.  

I understand. We are battling that now, like we do every summer. My dogs actually don't shed much UNTIL summer. We will be getting my big dog shaved here shortly. I can't see another doggie hair floating around. It will literally drive me crazy. We brush him really good every day, but that isn't enough. He needs to be shaved. He is ugly as hell when he is shaved, but whatever.

[longview]

Being out in remote country, I don't feel like I'm at the top of the food chain anyway.  Mountain lion or bear would get me if they had the opportunity.  When enough dumped off town dogs find each other, they can be ruthless, too.  And wolves really will eat you.

I used to set snares around my calving grounds.  I didn't relish killing coyotes, but it helped reduce the number of calves they killed, and I had no illusions that if my cows were predators and coyotes were lowly herbivores, that cows would behave any differently toward them.

[PatriotGame]

Well ya know...that WAS men forcibly sucking-off men so...run with that...ya know...


When that happens in a rural area, Burt Reynolds shoots you with an arrow.

In the city, they call it "Pride Day" and put on a parade.

sad...so sad...

[IassaFTots]

I don't know if this counts, but there is a blue jay that dive bombs my dog when he is in my back yard.  Little effer. 

[soleil]

I don't know if this counts, but there is a blue jay that dive bombs my dog when he is in my back yard.  Little effer. 

You know, I didn't have a clue until recently how hardcore Blue Jays are. I've seen every single bird in my yard fly away when one approaches. I had no clue they were part of the crow family. They don't mess around, that is for sure.

[sofa king]

i grew up in a city, and lived in big cities all my life, until i bought my little farm in the ozarks 7 years ago.  i'm pretty good about all that occurs out here, i have hunted and fished all my life.  but i'm still city bred (and there is a difference.)

my nearest neighbor is a few miles away.  nice family.  8 children, all beautiful & friendly & courteous & smart (home schooled, as you might guess.)  i don't see them all that often but i do have a dog that every few months decides it is more fun to wander off and stay with 8 children rather than to come home to my grumpy old self (not that i blame him.)  so if he's gone for more than a day, soon one of the young 'uns will walk him back home on a leash.  my neighbors are nice that way.      

this last time, a few weeks ago, the little 8 or 9yo leal brings him home.  all of the children are great, but leal is my favorite.  she will talk your ear off.  so smart.  dressed like all of the girls across that pasture, in a long dress (i think it's part of their religion, but i don't ask,) and barefoot (because you have to cross a rather large stream to get from there to here.)

anyway, to the point of all this...

leal and i are neighborly talking by the fence about pets, and how i recently lost a dog (to old age) and a cat (to a hawk,) and i pointed out where they were buried.  

"but where are the crosses?"  she wanted to know.  "i should do that."  i replied.  "i can help you, let's do it now..."

she insisted.

leal gathered some sticks, i got some twine, and we made crosses for both graves and placed them.  and we talked.  she told me about their goats and how several of the kids were stillborn, and then the rest were killed when coyotes got to them.  she ask me where i thought animals and humans went when they died.  on an on and on about life and death and the mysteries...

then we said a little prayer for my pets, and she picked up a big bug and let it walk back and forth on her hands.  finally she just said "bye" and ran off home, across the stream, barefoot.


i was beyond belief amazed...  one so young and so understanding about so much of life, and death.  unafraid of it all.  so curious (and completely ok with bugs.)  in a pretty dress (not dressed like a little hooker as so many are now.)  a beautiful child.

i know these thoughts date me about what we expect of girls.  but i will accept any "leal" that shows up in life as more than equal.  that bug she loved frankly scared me a bit.

ok, so enough...  

city girls may have visited a museum or two, seen a broadway play, know how to score a teenth and can dance some nasty shit.  that appears how you rate a city girl.

for my money?  if i ever have a daughter?  i want her to grow up just like leal.

[IassaFTots]

Completely ok with bugs......sweet!  Much of fear is taught to us.  What a lovely experience for you.  And what a sweet girl!

[Ballygrl]

Yep. I have had dogs for as long as I can remember. This dog I speak of was the first one I ever had that liked to kill animals that got into his territory. He never bloodied them up, but he definitely killed them, and he thought I should be proud of him for doing so. Kinda like the cats that drop the mouse at your feet. I did everything I could to try to dissuade him from doing it, but his instincts always kicked in. He was definitely the alpha dog in the house (we had 3 dogs at the time). I always though he'd be a good leader for a pack if he were wild.

I brought home a stray kitten once that I found underneath my car. I tried to find the baby a home, and no vets around here would take her. I decided I'd take her to the no-kill shelter the next day when they opened back up. I brought her in the house, and she wasn't having it nor was my Hutch. So, I thought she'd be ok in the front yard for the night. I put out food and water. Well, she decided to venture into the backyard. Not good. I went to the bathroom for a second, came back out, and little miss kitty was dead on the living room floor. I guess she got into the backyard, Hutch got her, and he brought her in the house for me to see. I cried so hard. I actually had to call my husband to come home so he could remove her.
I couldn't even stay in the house with her lying there dead. I thought that I killed her. I brought her into the situation. She'd been better off as a stray.

Hutch died (got ran over-freak accident) while I was pregnant. He was a huge kid lover, but I kinda felt like this was God's way of making room for my baby girl. At least that is what I told myself. I was already emotional from being pregnant, and then this accident happened, but I think it was for the best. He was a loving dog toward people, but he and other animals (besides my other dogs) just didn't mesh. Couldn't have my baby girl getting caught in the mix.

Oh how sad. It was nice your hubby came home, I called mine about the bird because my dog wouldn't let it out of his mouth and told him he had to come home, he said no way am I driving 45 minutes to get a bird out of the dogs mouth, of course he was right, so I called my Mother to come over and she did LOL.

[Ballygrl]

I know this isn't what you all were discussing but I'll post it anyway.  We used to have a black cocker spaniel when we were first married.  We named her Baby and she was our baby.  She slept on our bed, we literally babied her.  Even when I would take her out to pee I would carry her at times.  We took her everywhere.  

Within a week of having our son we got rid of her.  We lived in an apartment so I don't know if the dog hair was worse because of the apartment or what but every time I dropped my son's bottle or pacifier there would be dog hair on it.  Every time I folded his little white under shirts there would be black dog hair all over them.  When I would wash his sheets there would be dog hair on them.  I immediately "turned" on our first "baby" and said she had to go.  I never thought that would happen but it did.  

My real child out ranked my animal "child".  I'm sure some animal lovers would be appalled by what we did but the thought of my real baby sleeping in dog hair or when he was old enough, crawling around in it, was not an option.  We gave her away to someone I worked with.  I used to bring her to work with me sometimes and he absolutely loved her.  I know she went to a good home and I don't feel guilty at all.

We now have two Schnauzers, when they finally "go" I will not get another animal.  I love them and they do bring me joy but they also screw up my house.  One of our dogs have thrown up twice in our kitchen and it has etched the travertine tile.  In our house in Dallas the older dog got into Flintstones Chewable Vitamins and threw up all over our dinning room floor, had to buy new carpet.  There are many other things that these dogs have done that to me (I am OCD) I do not want to experience again with a new dog.  My kids can buy their own dog when they are out of the house.  In the mean time, I will care for our dogs, take them to the vet, get them groomed, play with them and I know I will be sad the day they die but secretly, I look forward to the day when I don't have to mess with an animal.

I have to agree with some of the things you said. In a 6 month period we lost 2 dogs, 1 young and 1 old, the young 1 was sick for a couple of months and she was on steroids, I literally had to use the portable bissell carpet cleaner everyday because of her problem holding the urine because of the steroids, the older 1 developed acid reflux when he was about 9, the 1st day he showed symptoms he vomited 14 times, when I got home from work I saw the amount he vomited, I was able to get that under control with meds, but he'd still do it every now and then, after my young dog died the older 1 lost the use of his back legs, I said to hubby that I can't put him down until he refuses to eat, he loved to eat and as long as he had an appetite I would take care of him, taking care of him involved carrying him outside 2-3 times a day to go to the bathroom and literally shampooing him after each time, I did that for about 6 months, he had an enlarged spleen and when that blew he went fast, by that time though I was mentally exhausted, and being a little bit of a clean freak, I felt like I was always cleaning.

[Ballygrl]

ok, so enough... 

city girls may have visited a museum or two, seen a broadway play, know how to score a teenth and can dance some nasty shit.  that appears how you rate a city girl.

for my money?  if i ever have a daughter?  i want her to grow up just like leal.

Awwwww, she sounds adorable.

[longview]

That was a sweet story, SK.  I'm glad you got to do that with her.