Party is a toy fiend. He loves to chew, lick, carry, bounce, chase, pull what have you. He loves his toys, all toys, poorly horribly mangle and destroyed toys. We've followed all manufactures size/age/breed/chew guide lines and even invested in some 25$ extreme extra strength toys.

All of which have been punished and shredded like they'd shit on the pope's hat. It seems that there is nothing he cannot destroy and then proceed to eat. He gets extremely upset when I have to take old toys away from him, but really they just are not safe any more. I am wondering if anyone has found something strong enough for bigger dogs/extreme chewers.

He doesn't really care for sticks, I have caught him chewing on rocks and have been trying to put a stop to it. He had a few stuffed toys which he carries and loves for a while before desolating them.

It wouldn't be as much of a problem if he didn't want to eat all the little pieces he breaks off.

Things we thought would work:

Rope tugs, he loves them but they do not love him back:


He utterly destroyed the hard plastic on the previous 5, these two are the best survivors the others had to be swept up.


Extreme durable ultra XXL tire
Seemed good for a day or two, he loves this thing soo much. Really the best toy/most fun he's ever had, but sadly on day two:


He only gets this back when someone will sit with him and tell him not to chew the broken parts, when he starts pulling on the strings etc it gets taken away again.

Not dead yet:
XXL Extreme Kong

Minimal ware, and minimal interest. He likes it ok, but often will try and chew it for 10-20 minutes before tossing it aside fro another toy. This likely explains why it is not dead.

Nylabone

Theory was the soft toy would give and cushion his biting and prevent ware. We were wrong and little pink bits routinely fall off and sometimes get eaten. But he does like to actually play/chew this one, he often diches the kong for this toy.

Blurry nom-ing shot.

For the longest time my mother has been letting claire our eldest dog out side on her own. She does leave the property etc, but always comes back when called etc. And due to her disposition, nondescript breed and size she is usually well received or ignored by strangers. She also tends to more or less leave them alone.

Aside from the safety concerns I get over this, no one apparently cares what I think and continue to do this.

Party however is always chained outside whenever he needs to pee etc. He is easily excited and way to interested in others, he always approaches people and dogs and is rarely well received due to his size and breed. People are generally afraid of him, unwarranted but I cannot really change that. He also gets easily lost.


However, any time Party has been outside off lead he stays close, because he hates being alone. So I was fairly confident in the early am I could let him go outside off leash do his business and he'd come right back. (Seriously, come is his favorite command, he loves being told people want him around). So I let him out and he runs to his chain and waits, looking back at me, running to me then to the chain. I remain inside and tell him "no, just go hurry up. Go pee party."

He looks a little confused and waits some more for me. I repeat go, cautiously he takes a step down. Stops, looks at me. "go on, keep going". Two more steps, wait, check. "Go Pee."

So off he scampers to his bush and pees, I praise him and call him back when he's done. He bounds over. Showers of affection and love and praise and I give him a treat. Ten minutes later, party is barking and freaking out like when he has to pee. Same thing, although this time he only checks with me twice before going down. Choosing a new spot pee. Repeat praise and treats/love.

Again, in a few short minutes he is at the door again. At this point I am questioning his motives... but we repeat the situation. All with success and a few short pauses to check out the cats as they wait to come in/come in with him. Now he's pre-occupied with cat-time. Coffee is finished and I head down to feed them. As soon as he finishes eating party is back at the door asking to go out.

By now I have realized my mistake. And refuse to let him out. He now expects to get food for going outside and coming back in (which was my intention, just as a means to keep him near by and not have to chain him on as he always gets caught on the trees etc). So now, every 5 minutes, he returns to the door and asks to go out. Each time, he'll go pee and come back. But I am beginning to doubt the urgency or need of these trips.


And I am also wondering where all this urine is coming from. So evidently Party is not as dumb as some people thought.

B.A.D.- Today at the dollar store, fire. says:
you could always find someone single
Jason says:
like who
B.A.D.- Today at the dollar store, fire. says:
hrugs: how do I know, what do you like?
Jason says:
I like crazy
Jason says:
normal, stereotypical girls my age don't do it for me. I like crazy
Jason says:
kaala was crazy. this girl jessica is crazy
B.A.D.- Today at the dollar store, fire. says:
hmmm that might be your problem
Jason says:
most likely
Jason says:
normal girls are boring though
Jason says:
I like crazy. keeps things interesting
B.A.D.- Today at the dollar store, fire. says:
haha ok
B.A.D.- Today at the dollar store, fire. says:
well in that case, you want nigel?
Jason says:
did I forget to say she has to be... you know, a woman?
B.A.D.- Today at the dollar store, fire. says:
have you never met nigel?
B.A.D.- Today at the dollar store, fire. says:
He's more woman than i am.
B.A.D.- Today at the dollar store, fire. says:
Give him a bleeding vagina and he's all there.
Jason says:
now I just want to vomit
B.A.D.- Today at the dollar store, fire. says:
Missy agrees with me.

This first one is the good one, the second one is what happens when your dog figures out what you are trying to film and then does nothing of interest until you turn off the camera again.

At first we thought that Party was having problems coming to terms with his sudden growth and being a large dog. We assumed he still believed in his heart of hearts that he was a small, petite little lap dog and not a 79 pound rottie. We now know that we were wrong, and Party is struggling with a much larger and more complex mental struggle.


My dog identifies as a cat, despite our constant love and support we have not been able to get through this issue and as a result have decided to allow him to pursue his chosen identity as a cat.

So now I give you the worlds first 79 pound cat or the cat-o-weiller.


Maybe it's my fault for raising him with 4 cats..






These were taken when Party had forgotten I was still home. He also likes to stand on the window sill with all four paws balanced on the tiny ledge, one of these days it is going to break.


Any other fur parents facing similar issues? :P

At first we thought that Party was having problems coming to terms with his sudden growth and being a large dog. We assumed he still believed in his heart of hearts that he was a small, petite little lap dog and not a 79 pound rottie. We now know that we were wrong, and Party is struggling with a much larger and more complex mental struggle.


My dog identifies as a cat, despite our constant love and support we have not been able to get through this issue and as a result have decided to allow him to pursue his chosen identity as a cat.

So now I give you the worlds first 79 pound cat or the cat-o-weiller.


Maybe it's my fault for raising him with 4 cats..






These were taken when Party had forgotten I was still home. He also likes to stand on the window sill with all four paws balanced on the tiny ledge, one of these days it is going to break.


Any other fur parents facing similar issues? :P

A guy came into work the other day who'd had a chain saw accident... he bled on my floor.
He had those old school barbed wire style black stitches but they were all raggedy and oozy.

It was kinda epic, until he was all like, yeah chainsaw.

B.A.D.
excuse me?

Guy
I got hit with a chain saw.

B.A.D.
Oh, ok. that must of hurt.

Guy
Nope. I don't feel pain.

B.A.D.
me: yeah... that's nerve damage.

Ok, so I did it and finally order a Diva cup. I am both excited and scared. Sadly it will not be here in time for my next army red invasion but i will live on.

I also need to find a way to the doctor to renew my birth control, grr.
This would be way more worth it if I could resolve my moral dilemma and get laid.

My days off are as followed:
Tomorrow: Friday the 5th
Monday the 8th
Wednesday the 10th
Saturday the 13th.


I demand that you people and I hang out in some way shape or form.

You have been told.

Ok, so the above is harsh and not entirely warranted but whatever.
my day so far, still sick, feeling crapy up at 6am for opening shift because no one could cover me and the manager still hasn't returned any calls. I get to work, in the rain via 10$ cab ride to sit in said rain for 45 minutes waiting for the employee who works with me to bring a set of keys and a code for me to open with. Very cold, very icky feeling, very tired as I was up all night with the whole throat thing.

She arrives we go in, petty is short and our main cash is short. Make notes, record everything call to tell manager, no response leave message. More people show up, more comments are made about how I shouldn't be working/ " Well I don't wanna catch it!"/ "I just want that kid to go home."/ "I will be working over in this aile, no you stay there."/"disinfect the phone when your done" etc etc. I get it, I know I shouldn't be working. I have a fever, I am shivering/sweating on and off, trust me. I would rather be home, but no one could cover and Manager still hasn't returned any calls.

I step out next door to get my blood work done. Fuck I hate blood work so much, this makes me feel worst and now my arm hurts.

Eventually they turn on me and start trying to call the manager to get me sent home. She doesn't answer so they leave messages. Eventually they all come up to me and tell me I should go home/we don't want to get sick etc. So they tell me I have to go home and that one of them has been being trained on keys. By this point I've worked from 7:30 until 9:45, and am forced by my team to go home and give my keys to them. And call/wait for yet another cab. Another 10$. So today I worked and earned -$.... negative money. I also had one of the running girls for the regional manager, who was talking in hushed private with the other employees ( I assume they were explaining my situation to her). She called out to me asking about when I go back to the doctor etc. And tells me to get a medical doctors note, as I will "Be needing lots of rest". So I'm at negative money, scheduled for a whole week with employees who don't want to work with me and no word from the boss lady. Fucked if I know what to do come tomorrow... I sure as hell won't be paying 20$ in cab fare just to be sent home before even earning that much.

I just got home, crying for some stupid reason and threw up. I feel like shit and my fevers back.

Although we rarely spoke or spent much time together, I know that you were one of the few good people in this family and at times that was often enough. You and Aunt Mamie did a lot of good, you put forth good energy and brought all kinds of love and joy into the world. You accepted things and people for who they were, which was hard to come by in this family and in your generation. Thank you for not disowning us when everyone else did, for helping so many furry friends into loving homes and for being a truely great man. Your children, wife and extended family grew stronger under your love and care. You brought them all great joy, showed them love and made their world's brighter.

To one of the few good people in this family, I hope you knew how wonderful you were and that your last hours were peaceful although sudden. May you find whatever it was you were looking for, and know that you will be missed.

<3 with love
Amanda Dickie (in disowned limbo)

Ok, so not so much horror but its the name i like and might just keep for all work related stories. Anyway, the other night when I was stalking shelves in health an beauty I came across a few interesting finds.

1) and 2) the dollar store sells pregnancy tests and condoms. Huh. I.n.t.e.r.e.s.t.i.n.g.....

While stalking shelves sitting on the gross-ass-floor I noticed some canisters in the back hidden behind other products. I examined and discovered that they were Body Butters from the Body Shop!!! all grape seed and one passion fruit. Not the small canisters either, I am talking about the giant 15$ canisters of moisture gold here. So naturally, I slide them back into their hiding spot and have since gone back to buy 5 canisters. (On that note if anyone wants a tub let me know and I can grab one)

The fourth and a little more horrific discovery as I moved down the line I noticed in one of the empty wall shelves/baskets things there was a condom.... draped across the bottom in all its lubby disgusting glory. Now given that on a higher shelf I had moved a box of dollar store condoms out of my way, one can safely and most certainly assuming that this is from where the discovered condom emerged. Un-used. Brand New. This hypothesis was backed by the second condom draped across a lower shelf again. Upon coming to these conclusions however, I came upon yet another. Used or Un-Used they do not pay me enough to touch that with a ten foot pole. So there it'll damn well stay. And it did.

The end.

Happily or otherwise, I survived. The first incident occurred due to the presumably brain damaged customer who assaulted my ladder as I was precariously perched on the top leaning to arrange birthday bows. We have very small aisles, which are over flowing with boxes. When the ladder is up combined with the boxes it leaves very little room so that most foot passengers are forced to climb over boxes and say excuse me as they barely, and I mean BARELY squeeze by.

As such, one can only imagine what would cause a women with a cart to attempt to fit through this area and endanger the life of one shop keep (your truly). Now, you might assume that this is all the Zombie loving gaming talking, but trust me dear friend it is not. This women walked to wards my ladder, pushing her cart. I figured that once she actually noticed the ladder she, like the many before her, would turn around and go the other way. Instead she pushes her cart continuously forward. Until she arrives at the ladder. At which point she begins to push her cart into the side of the ladder and the boxes surrounding it.

:push push: :Scrap scarp: :shake shake: goes the ladder and its precious human cargo.
She continues. I assume an excuse me or something is coming. I stare at her in disbelief. She pauses for a moment before returning to the nudging and shaking of my ladder as she knocks it with her cart. As I swing above her and attempt to hold onto something. I try to wave in her direction (silent to keep from going off on her). She never once glances in my direction, never acknowledges that I am there DIRECTLY ABOVE HER HEAD. She just keeps hitting her cart into my ladder until with one terrifying push she tips the ladder and slides the boxes enough to squeeze through. I grab the wall and shriek as the ladder returns to its normal position. She pushes her cart off.... this women was fucking brain dead. Dead to the world and everything around her. She was like a zombie. She recognized nothing. Terribly rude, inconsiderate and just plain idiotic.

As for the second attempt, it occurred when a small box of sparkles met with my box cutter. I usually grip the bottom of the box in my overturned left hand (wrist upwards) and use my right hand and box cutter to slice open the raised edge of the box. Generally I cut towards myself (which is dumb, I know but given the box depth its never been an issue). So with this narrow, narrow box the razor blade slides along the tape edge and rockets off towards my exposed and raised wrist. Blue veins all bumped out and pulsey. My brain exclaims "OH SHIT!! GTFO!" and thankfully my gaming reflexes twitch my wrist slightly downwards causing the blade to glide over top of the soft exposed squishy bits. Leaving my wrist and bloody cargo scared outta their pants, but alive and well.

This in my life as a retail supervisor.


Also Sparklers reminded me of the New Years eve spent at Missy's Parents place where we all hung out together. It was a brilliant night and despite that group of friends failing and falling apart (sad) its a little tradition missy and I have kept in place. Not so much in their memory, or memory of the past because I honestly think we both spend to much time thinking about those good days (not good days with boys/relationships but good days with Animezing and our circle of friends). It made me realize that next year I won't be around and neither will she. And it got me thinking, who am I going to spend new years with? No one else will feel the same, and I don;t know if I want to get ride of this little tradition.

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