Source: http://dogs.icanhascheezburger.com/2011/12/07/funny-dog-pictures-accurate/
We is!
We is!
Source: http://dogs.icanhascheezburger.com/2011/12/07/funny-dog-pictures-accurate/
My Chinese buddy, and he is freshly from Red China, says that there men tend to prefer cats, and women dogs.
(No dog eating jokes, please.)
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No, they don't, if you train them.
I have a set of weak spring mouse traps that I line the edge of counters with when I adopt a new cat.
Sure there are a few wakeups in the middle of the night, but they DON'T want to go there.
/johnny
I have never known a cat to jump up on you and cover you in kisses because you have been gone for a couple of hours. Also nothing is cuter then when a dog’s tail wags so hard his butt moves back and forth.
Cat where once worshiped as gods, and will never let you forget it.
Cats are cool.
I'm a bird guy. Never had a dog or cat for a pet. But.. can't understand why anyone would want a cat being as how their fur is pasted with dried cat saliva from the constant licking. Yuck!
Are oranges better than apples . . . ?
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 ...
Same-old-debate ping.