Dogs are not color blind.
I should note that everyone generally seems to agree with Mine, by the way Janey... *grin*
Ping! You might appreciate this, mate. *snicker*
Here is a repost of my earlier list. Enjoy! :-)
IT’S GOOD TO BE A GUY BECAUSE:
Your ass is never a factor in a job interview.
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
You don’t give a rat’s butt if someone notices your new haircut.
You never have to drive to another gas station because this one’s just too icky.
Wrinkles add character.
You don’t have to leave the room to make emergency crotch adjustments.
Wedding Dress $2000; Tux rental $100.
If you retain water, it’s in a canteen.
People never glance at your chest when you’re talking to them.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
Your pals can be trusted never to trap you with “So, notice anything different?”
One mood, ALL the time.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
Dry cleaners and hair cutters don’t rob you blind.
You can go to a public toilet without a support group.
You can kill your own food.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you to something, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $10 for a three-pack.
If you are 34 and single, nobody notices.
You can quietly enjoy a car ride from the passenger’s seat.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You don’t have to clean your apartment if the meter reader is coming.
You can quietly watch a game with your buddy for hours without ever thinking, “He must be mad at me.”
You don’t mooch off each other’s desserts.
If another guy shows up at the party in the same outfit, you just might become lifelong friends.
You are not expected to know the names of more than five colors.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You don’t have to shave below your neck.
Your belly usually hides your big hips.
One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color, all seasons.
You can “do” your nails with a pocketknife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
Christmas shopping can be accomplished for 25 relatives, on December 24th in 45 minutes.
The world is your urinal.
You can eat a banana in a hardware store.
Ping! My response to the ‘dogs are better’ claims...
You might like the responses I posted to SkyDancer’s claims of dog superiority.
Then again, the expanded list of cats betterthan women points has only gotten better, I think.
"Gorgeous dogs don’t know they’re gorgeous."
Whenever I walked KeeshaSuzanne, the Gorgeous Goddess of Keeshonds (yes, that was her name), people in town would light up at the sight of her and everyone stopped to say how beautiful she was. It was like walking Marilyn Monroe.
One day, some Japanese tourists walked past us without even glancing at Keesh. She turned and looked at me, really puzzled, as if to say, "Huh? Are they blind or what?" She definitely knew she was gorgeous.
Also, she liked to shop. No kidding. She had her favorite stores and was in heaven in the hardware store where the shelves went to the floor. She'd look at something, turn around and get my attention: "Have you ever seen such terrific lightbulbs?" Or placemats? Or whatever. She literally gathered followers in the stores, and the local newspaper asked me to do a weekly shopping column of Keesha's Picks ....Wish I had, now that she's gone.
Keeshonds and Samoyeds have the most incredible and permanent smiles of all breeds. They do know they are gorgeous and expect you to know too. And then there's the grooming thing....don't get me started
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How come the dog comments have excuses or snide remarks after them, but not the cat comments? Maybe some female Freepers might like to “edit” the cat comments?
