DragonOfTheAerie
Vala
Emily's awake and doing okay! She posted on Facebook today. So thankful. ^^
yay! That's good
Emily's awake and doing okay! She posted on Facebook today. So thankful. ^^
I love how my cat just decides to lay on my notes as I write...
Sure, kitty. Not that I need those or anything.
Emily's awake and doing okay! She posted on Facebook today. So thankful. ^^
oh, cool! Yeah i probably won't have as much time once i start all my subjects back.some of my friends have basically no free time because they do so much stuff though.
Thanks, LS. I'll stop by the post office on Monday and see what they tell me. ^^
Sorry for Gene, I don't believe I saw any of his works.
And thanks for the Marine post, Legendary Sidekick, they deserve it!
Young Frankenstein the 1970s Charley and the chocolate factory?
The mutual relationship between human and canine goes back thousands and thousands of years and is one of the most natural, purest bonds humans can have. We have physically evolved along one another, side by side, for millenniums. The common theory is that ancient tribal humans took wolves and bred them for hunting. They helped us find food, and in return we gave them safety and a share of the meat.
My family is not a hunter-gatherer tribe, I was not a hunter, and he was not a wolf, but the bond he shared with our family was just as strong. He was an escape artist when he young, and a little bit of grouch when he got older. He wasn’t the cutest thing to ever exist and he wasn’t a fancy purebred. He was a scruffy little mutt. And he was our dog. And we were his humans.
I was just five years old and begging my parents to get me a dog for Christmas, even though we already had several pets, when he showed up at our grandparent’s door just before the holiday. He’d been with us for fifteen years since then, and during that time he’d seen other dogs come and go, been through three houses, and may or may not have impregnated neighbor dogs on a few occasion, He’d had a lot of lollipops to eat and squeaky toys to attack. He bit me a couple times. I believe, for a dog, that his years were good. And the mere fact that his years were good made them good for us. There was love and compassion between him and the family, and that is what any dog or human could ask for.
RIP Scrappy. He will be missed.
The mutual relationship between human and canine goes back thousands and thousands of years and is one of the most natural, purest bonds humans can have. We have physically evolved along one another, side by side, for millenniums. The common theory is that ancient tribal humans took wolves and bred them for hunting. They helped us find food, and in return we gave them safety and a share of the meat.
My family is not a hunter-gatherer tribe, I was not a hunter, and he was not a wolf, but the bond he shared with our family was just as strong. He was an escape artist when he young, and a little bit of grouch when he got older. He wasn’t the cutest thing to ever exist and he wasn’t a fancy purebred. He was a scruffy little mutt. And he was our dog. And we were his humans.
I was just five years old and begging my parents to get me a dog for Christmas, even though we already had several pets, when he showed up at our grandparent’s door just before the holiday. He’d been with us for fifteen years since then, and during that time he’d seen other dogs come and go, been through three houses, and may or may not have impregnated neighbor dogs on a few occasion, He’d had a lot of lollipops to eat and squeaky toys to attack. He bit me a couple times. I believe, for a dog, that his years were good. And the mere fact that his years were good made them good for us. There was love and compassion between him and the family, and that is what any dog or human could ask for.
RIP Scrappy. He will be missed.