When I was younger this used to be a great, huge stray wandering about. Like, literally huge. I would have been about 10, so still reasonably big, and it was about the size of me. It was also insanely shaggy, and a bloody ninja. the first time I met it it introduced itself by pressing a cold, wet nose into my elbow, and I pretty much flipped my shit.
I've got...eight dogs, I think. Plus two cats and a mess of goats (that has recently been drastically reduced due to my dad selling about 13 of them.)
Tick Tock, goes the clock/ He cradled and he rocked her/ Tick Tock, goes the clock/Till River kills the Doctor.
Rottweilers are the best dogs. Loyal, powerful, obedient, and 100% better than the rest.
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No, the world's mine!
edited 14th Jun '12 7:54:45 PM by Chadaman99
Everything's been done. Everything has a meaning. However your life at best is to serve as a building block for others.
The rest of you can have the world, but I call dibs on
Westeros.
Tick Tock, goes the clock/ He cradled and he rocked her/ Tick Tock, goes the clock/Till River kills the Doctor.
@crow: Hey Hey Hey, don't horn in on my shtick!
@crowlover Someone ask me that I say "sure!" Then proceed to stab them in the back. Take all the power.
Then send the world to chaos with me on top
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I'd imagine so.
edited 14th Jun '12 8:06:23 PM by Chadaman99
Everything's been done. Everything has a meaning. However your life at best is to serve as a building block for others.
Last week, I was surveying wheat fields for work. Sweeping for insect pests, and taking soil samples to check for nematodes, that sort of thing. At one of the fields in Banner county, this dog walked up to me while I was preparing to start surveying. I pet him a bit, and then he just started following me as I worked. As I was sweeping, he would bound in circles around me; I'm pretty sure he was thinking something like "Yes! Yes! We're playing together! Wheeeeeee!"
...they feed my nightmares and starve my dreams.
Oooh. He landed on the cactus, too...
@Meta Four: That reminds me of when I was in Athens and bunch of random dogs followed my tour group around. They even started protecting us for some reason; whenever we'd pass other people on the paths the dogs would bark at them.
Remember my ban? I haven't forgot how that happened.
Oh, I forgot about that actually.
Life is simple: it has no nontrivial normal subgroups.
@Swas: I don't know, but somebody keeps forgetting to flush the damn toilet.