Damn son your pig is way better looking than mine. They're some sort of guinea pig crossbreed and they're basically two explosions of fur with legs. also voracious appetites. Is that his floor time thingy? Does he like the grass?
Thanks! All of my guinea pigs seem to end up huge. This one, Gypsy, is a common short-hair - from the sound of it, you've got some Abyssinians crossed with Peruvians. Peruvians are the ones with the long, silky hair that need daily brushing, and Abyssinians have funny tufty hair that grows in different directions; so an Abyssinian-Peruvian cross has long hair that grows in different directions and is nigh-impossible to brush. I had one of those once and he was a nightmare to keep clean. I'll see if I can find some pics of him where he's actually recognisable as being a living creature and not a ball of matted hair.
And yes, after a long day of running about the garden, Gypsy likes nothing better than to recline, splay-legged, in a newspaper lined box with some grass. And yes, before she went into that box, the little tray of grass was full - she basically just inhales it.
You're getting a pony, Spudge?
Boy? Girl? Got a name yet? You gonna go on rides or do rodeo stuffs or wha? idk what people do with horse-pets besides those 2 things.
You're getting a pony, Spudge?
Boy? Girl? Got a name yet? You gonna go on rides or do rodeo stuffs or wha? idk what people do with horse-pets besides those 2 things.
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She's a 10 month old Draft-Mix, 1/4 Clydesdale. She probably won't be too tall, but she'll be stocky as hell and it's already showing. Her name is Chloe, and it fits so we're gonna keep it that way
My fiance is working to open her own stables/training arena/etc so Chloe will be a good start to all that. She's incredibly sweet and so very easy with people, she'll be a great horse to train on
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One time I went out for a 2 hour movie. Poor guy busted out of his crate and had his way with the living room. I still have no idea how he busted out of that thing.
One time I went out for a 2 hour movie. Poor guy busted out of his crate and had his way with the living room. I still have no idea how he busted out of that thing.
OK, this is most likely how he did it then. I was wondering how both he and the black plastic bottom thing got out...
My dachshund realized someone (read: me) didn't put the crate together exactly right and used his nose to lift up one side of the crate and escape. Then he proceeded to have a separation anxiety attack and chewed the shit out of my bedroom door.
I realized last night that I need to get some video of our one cat, Bacchus, flipping the fuck out over a laser.
Tepoz could give a rats ass, but Bacchus? If you so much as go near the laser pointer he starts getting all frantic looking around the room for the dot.
We got this little guy last summer. His name was Tanner, a German Shepherd/Elkhound mix who was three months old at the time and was the best dog ever. He pretty much already knew that poop goes outside and was a dream to train. He could get a little rowdy sometimes but the family loved him for that.
Last Friday he jumped the fence because he saw me walking down the street. He was hit by a car on a busy highway just down the street before my eyes. He was relatively unhurt except for a single damning injury: His lungs collapsed and he was not getting any air. We had to put him down.
Today my family went to the shelter where we got him to get another because we can't live without a dog anymore, the house is just too empty. It breaks my heart to come home and not have a little buddy greet me anymore, but at the same time I couldn't bring myself to accept any of the dogs at the shelter. The closest I got was to the German Shepherd mixes. I know there are plenty of sweet dogs out there who would be wonderful to have in my area, but I can't help but be pulled to getting a young Shepherd, like from three to ten months old.
We got this little guy last summer. His name was Tanner, a German Shepherd/Elkhound mix who was three months old at the time and was the best dog ever. He pretty much already knew that poop goes outside and was a dream to train. He could get a little rowdy sometimes but the family loved him for that.
Last Friday he jumped the fence because he saw me walking down the street. He was hit by a car on a busy highway just down the street before my eyes. He was relatively unhurt except for a single damning injury: His lungs collapsed and he was not getting any air. We had to put him down.
Today my family went to the shelter where we got him to get another because we can't live without a dog anymore, the house is just too empty. It breaks my heart to come home and not have a little buddy greet me anymore, but at the same time I couldn't bring myself to accept any of the dogs at the shelter. The closest I got was to the German Shepherd mixes. I know there are plenty of sweet dogs out there who would be wonderful to have in my area, but I can't help but be pulled to getting a young Shepherd, like from three to ten months old.
I lost one the same way as yours when I was 17. He got hit twice before I could get to him. By then all I could do was just sit with him until he was gone.
I'm so sorry, man. There are few things worse you could go through than losing your dog.
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Thanks! All of my guinea pigs seem to end up huge. This one, Gypsy, is a common short-hair - from the sound of it, you've got some Abyssinians crossed with Peruvians. Peruvians are the ones with the long, silky hair that need daily brushing, and Abyssinians have funny tufty hair that grows in different directions; so an Abyssinian-Peruvian cross has long hair that grows in different directions and is nigh-impossible to brush. I had one of those once and he was a nightmare to keep clean. I'll see if I can find some pics of him where he's actually recognisable as being a living creature and not a ball of matted hair.
And yes, after a long day of running about the garden, Gypsy likes nothing better than to recline, splay-legged, in a newspaper lined box with some grass. And yes, before she went into that box, the little tray of grass was full - she basically just inhales it.
BABY. FUCKIN. PLATYPUS.
aww man
my parents would never spring for the cool backgrounds in my school pictures
that's why
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Shot everything in my buddy's living room so he could build a portfolio of portraits
Dear satan I wish for this or maybe some of this....oh and I'm a medium or a large.
How the hell did you get Bacon to sit still for a long exposure?
the magic of the flash!
and treats
and contrary to popular belief he's not a hyperactive yappy chihuahua clone
he's pretty good at sitting still
Dear satan I wish for this or maybe some of this....oh and I'm a medium or a large.
Enjoying the breeze!
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Boy? Girl? Got a name yet? You gonna go on rides or do rodeo stuffs or wha? idk what people do with horse-pets besides those 2 things.
My fiance is working to open her own stables/training arena/etc so Chloe will be a good start to all that. She's incredibly sweet and so very easy with people, she'll be a great horse to train on
PSN - MicroChrist
I'm too fuckin' poor to play
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Yesterday I was brushing her and she tried to "groom" me by nibbling on my jacket
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OK, this is most likely how he did it then. I was wondering how both he and the black plastic bottom thing got out...
I guess I'm a little jaded; my mother had skittish Arabs when I was growing up.
My dachshund realized someone (read: me) didn't put the crate together exactly right and used his nose to lift up one side of the crate and escape. Then he proceeded to have a separation anxiety attack and chewed the shit out of my bedroom door.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUCRZzhbHH0
Dear satan I wish for this or maybe some of this....oh and I'm a medium or a large.
it is fifteen years old
screw it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09hLxQE5Zuo
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
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Tepoz could give a rats ass, but Bacchus? If you so much as go near the laser pointer he starts getting all frantic looking around the room for the dot.
And here we have the rare Snow Wiener, whose majesty is matched only by cuteness.
His name is Cosmo and he's so fluffy and adorable.
We got this little guy last summer. His name was Tanner, a German Shepherd/Elkhound mix who was three months old at the time and was the best dog ever. He pretty much already knew that poop goes outside and was a dream to train. He could get a little rowdy sometimes but the family loved him for that.
Last Friday he jumped the fence because he saw me walking down the street. He was hit by a car on a busy highway just down the street before my eyes. He was relatively unhurt except for a single damning injury: His lungs collapsed and he was not getting any air. We had to put him down.
Today my family went to the shelter where we got him to get another because we can't live without a dog anymore, the house is just too empty. It breaks my heart to come home and not have a little buddy greet me anymore, but at the same time I couldn't bring myself to accept any of the dogs at the shelter. The closest I got was to the German Shepherd mixes. I know there are plenty of sweet dogs out there who would be wonderful to have in my area, but I can't help but be pulled to getting a young Shepherd, like from three to ten months old.
I lost one the same way as yours when I was 17. He got hit twice before I could get to him. By then all I could do was just sit with him until he was gone.
I'm so sorry, man. There are few things worse you could go through than losing your dog.
Sorry to hear that Duke
I saw the family dog on Friday
none of it
They don't do much.
She was really confused by the flash.