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Are dogs more faithful than humans?
Posted: 18 September 2012 09:39 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 16 ]
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Hachico…hahaha

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Posted: 18 September 2012 11:21 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 17 ]
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Jeciron - 18 September 2012 08:59 AM

Cat attitude….http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q34z5dCmC4M

That should be titled:  Existential nihilstic cat

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Posted: 18 September 2012 11:24 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 18 ]
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Austin Harper - 17 September 2012 06:33 PM

Skeptic had a good article about this a couple of days ago.
http://www.skeptic.com/doubtful-news/dog-guarding-masters-grave-or-more-doglike-interpretation-needed

Anthropomorphism isn’t always completely off base.  We are animals too.

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Posted: 19 September 2012 10:03 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 19 ]
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Hahaha..im not wining..haha

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Posted: 19 September 2012 01:14 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 20 ]
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Jennifer Stallone - 19 September 2012 10:03 AM

Hahaha..im not wining..haha

You’re not “wining”? Meaning you’re not drinking wine?  You’re apparent frivolity suggests otherwise.  Not that I object.  Drink on.

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Posted: 19 September 2012 06:23 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 21 ]
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FreeInKy,

The Dog’s Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

That’s the difference…..unconditional love and unwaivering contempt…..cheese

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Posted: 19 September 2012 07:13 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 22 ]
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Write4U - 19 September 2012 06:23 PM

FreeInKy,

The Dog’s Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

That’s the difference…..unconditional love and unwaivering contempt…..cheese

Alas to have the sheer unadulterated passions that dogs exhibit and/or the unwavering sense of self assurance of cats.

BTW, Write, I had you in mind when I started this topic as I know you love animals.

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Posted: 20 September 2012 09:53 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 23 ]
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Hillarious…haha

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