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    • Gobbles
      Big sister is the size of a Border Collie but has three legs due to possibly an accident. (We got her like that from a shelter.) She is not allowed to jump onto or from things as well, so we are used to that. She has self made stairs for the bed and grandmas couch. (She wouldn't be 14 and not needing any pain killers or other medication if we let her jump or have too long walks.) Great to hear that there are other Chihuahua owners on here. I'm going to write a post later today because I want to write a bit about her genetics. She does have some US blood. 🏈
    • WitheredRose
      Me and my brother are Irish twins and we had our own language, too! At first it was just tone changes in our voices but people were still able to pick us up so I made up a vocabulary for us both to understand. Family picked up some words here and there but me and my brother could have full conversations in our language without anyone understanding us.  We also developed a writing system, so we could send each other coded messages in our language. It drove my mother berserk! 😁. I came up with new names for all of my family members as well but mine and my brothers names changed a lot. Ours is a high pitched variation on English and some Gaelic for good measure and to throw people off what we were saying. 
    • Curious
      Kiki is adorable.  I might be biased because I have 3 chihuahuas though.  I don't like my toy breed dogs jumping off the furniture so I taught them young to wait until they were placed on the floor.  Now if one of them thinks they are "stuck" on something (despite us having doggy steps for the bed and couch" they will bark until you come to rescue them rather than jumping or using the stairs. I highly recommend investing in a set or two of doggy steps to help them get up on furniture/beds.  It saves me a lot of worry about broken legs, my one huge fear in having tiny dogs.   So many of my friends have ended up with toy breeds with a broken leg. I really would like an Italian Greyhound, but you look at those dogs cross-eyed and they break a leg.
    • PennySycamore
      Kiki is beautiful!  My grandmother had two chihuahuas and there is no better companion animal.  I'm sure you two will be great friends! The breeder is right -stairs are hard for small dogs to negotiate.  Their legs are so short. It would be like us climbing a really steep hill.
    • Don'tlikekoolaid
      I love your new wee doggie!  May you have many years of loving on each other.
  • Recent Status Updates

    • nst

      nst

      I start my new part time job today in a non profit company. 
      Not nervous because it's part time. 
      I am so glad I am no longer with the professor. 
      I just want to be a ray of light and service 
      · 1 reply
    • LittleOwl

      LittleOwl

      Apparently I am trying Bouldering on Saturday.  With the upper body strength of a flower, this can only end well... right? 
      · 4 replies
    • OyHiOh

      OyHiOh

      Went to a writer's group meeting yesterday.  First time I've gone to this group's meetings.  Different from other groups I've participated in - this one was a series of prompts and exercises.  I was in a bit of a mood going in - Father's Day weekend for a recent widow is no laugh matter; several social/annoying things happened at Shabbat service in the morning, and one of our service leaders made a "somebody really should" statement of the writing variety and once I hear someone say "someone really should" I usually can't unsee the idea until I've had a try at it.  We did a word association map for one exercise, then wrote something based on part or all of the word map.  I picked a section of the map that had some references to knives and fancy dress balls to write from.  I'm pretty proud of what I wrote in 15 minutes but it's pretty clear that I was in a "mood."
       
       
      The night of the long knives came and went as a plague on the first born of the land.  Men perfectly healthy went to bed only to be jerked from sleep with knives against their throats.  Here were the leaders of men, thrust against walls at the point of a stiletto, there the young men only following their orders, and over there again the family men who didn't exactly plan to pursue this path but perfectly content where they'd found themselves.  At the end of a blade, deep in the depression years, taking their payslips home at the end of the week feeling they'd done a good job, and a little extra for mother in the kitchen. The years of children, church, and kitchen. The good women. Most of them not owning a fancy pair of shoes or a party dress, for who had time?  The children needed their mothers at home, the men away at work.
      The children of course, were not silent.  Soldiers burst into their homes, dragged their fathers out of bed.  Mothers clutching their husbands, children wailing for their papas. The ones who understood left quietly, reassuring the children on their way out - it's a special exercise, I couldn't know about it beforehand, otherwise I would have told you.  Hush child, I'll be home in a few days. They knew they'd be lucky to make it to the end of the block, of course, but let the children hope for a little bit longer, before all hope fell away and their eyes opened to the hatred their own fathers had taken part in.
      Others didn't understand, resisted and fought against the soldiers who came into their homes.  They'd believed in the banners and flags, they'd stood and cheered, they'd enjoyed seeing fear cross the faces of those who understood.  Now they themselves fought back in fear. Fear of losing their lives for who could possibly know what comes next? Wagner wrote of Valhalla, their wives faithfully attended church; surely there was something to greet them when the heart stopped quivering, trying to pump blood flowing onto floors, and truck beds, and sidewalks.  
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    • Dreadcrumbs

      Dreadcrumbs

      I'm hooked on Duolingo. It's more helpful than I initially thought.
      · 0 replies
    • mollysmom

      mollysmom

      Almost lost my little dog Molly today  Thankfully she seems to be ok but the next 24 hours are crucial. My ex husband came home to find her blanket wrapped around her neck real tight and she was just laying on the floor. He got her untangled and the blanket had blood on it and she had pooped and peed (probably so scared while it was happening) She started coughing up blood and her one eye is all bulged out and bloody. He called me and I told him to get her to the nearest emergency vet and I would meet him there. They said she's really lucky to be alive. They said to keep a close eye on her breathing the next 24 hours but after that if she's ok she should be fine. They sent her home with eyedrops and an anti-inflammatory medicine for her little neck. I'm so happy that she is ok but man, my heart is broken just thinking about how terrified my poor little baby was! I really really hope dogs have short memories so she doesn't remember this but even thinking about how she was most likely struggling just breaks my heart. I know she's "just" a dog so this is probably silly to alot of people, I totally get that, but she is my baby. I never had children. Molly is my baby. Everytime I think about how she was probably feeling I just cry. But I'm so glad she's alive.
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