Sorry about your dog, SA. That really sucks. Puppy picture for the up cheering: most awesome pups ever.

Here is my sad dog story. My puppy was about 2 years old when he escaped my house. I ran outside after him but when he was crossing the street and car just plowed into him and kept going. So well I'm standing there in shock, another car comes driving by and runs over him again. I was pretty upset. Man...

We're in your trolleys, helping you shop! That photo is adorable.

I have a really horrible story about one of my pomeranians

One time my cat went missing for a week. I was absolutely devastated. I went to school everyday crying like an absolute mess. It became common knowledge in the classroom that my cat had gone missing, so everyone was being nice to me. Guess where the little fucker was? He accidentally got locked in my next door neighbour's holiday RV. When my neighbour went to get something out of there, Raph bolted out, and ran back home. On that last day of the week, I arrived home from school, and I heard a familiar "Meow" greet me at the door. I nearly died from happiness.

Whoah whoah whoah... the school knew you were unhappy and people were nice to you? No, I'm sorry this doesn't add up at all.

Yeah but like unusually nice. That was the only week where I didn't get shouted at by my teacher. I think it was in grade 5.

Whoah whoah whoah... the school knew you were unhappy and people were nice to you? No, I'm sorry this doesn't add up at all. He's from Bizarro Earth.

No I mean, kids are supposed to merciless mock the unhappy. Schoolyard Darwinism and all that - crush the weak, elevate the strong, kill kill kill.

We do things differently in Kangaroo land.

Dynagrip was right... This Aust-Ralia is a mysterious place indeed.

Those are Dachshunds, right? I'm really a cat person myself, but dachshunds are cutesies.

We do things differently in Kangaroo land. Everything's backwards, you know.

Those are Dachshunds, right? I'm really a cat person myself, but dachshunds are cutesies. My brother has two dachshunds both of came to him by various means They are formaly abused dogs One of them is 12 and grumpy. He no matter what you do he will growl. The other is 9ish? and is a jerk.

so you dress up in a tuxedo to hit them?

That's kind of sad. It really shows what abuse can do even to a dog. My Grandmother's friend got her dog from a pound who can been abused by it's previous owner. He was very gentle, but extremely shy and jumpy. If someone so much as dropped a spoon on the floor, the sound alone terrified him, and he'd go and cower behind a couch or a table. If I ever see someone abusing an animal, I'll kick them in their genitals.

I have more gecko pictures, since I got a new gecko. Kashmir loves to sleep in milk jug caps Beaker is my new gecko. He's so...red.

Behold Rascal, master of my house! He can find you, no matter what you do. He goes up stairs, under doors (dunno how he does it, he just does it), and he even sneaked out the front door once. Fortunetly, his fragile ferret mind cannot comprehend the outside world, so he stood still and let me bring him back inside with no trouble. And when he does find you in a prone state, he shall sink his little fangs into your soft defensless skin. There's also Ol' Man Fuzzy. (Don't ask about the FFCC shirt, I got it from Nintendo for subscribing to the magazine) He's quite older and chubbier now. He's six and a half now. For some reason, his fur changes color with the seasons. During the winter, he is a greyish brown, but come summer he becomes a light brown that is reminescient of my hair color. Guess pets do take after their owners. He's probably close to the end, considering that his lady friend Oreo died a few months back and she was only about half a year older than Fuzzy. But we did have an earlier rabbit live to be 8 or 9, so maybe Oreo's death was a fluke and Fuzzy will live on for a while longer. My turtle, Yertle. She's 7 and a half, I believe. And she's a glutton for fish. She'll eat 25 fish in a half hour and look for more. Pig. And my sister used to have this little guy, Reese. Reese was awesome. He would just sit by your side while watching TV and watch it with you. He was a fan of Seinfeld.

This is the older of my two dogs, Raven (we didn't name her). She's turning 14 this August, I think. She is really exhibiting signs of age (trouble going up or down stairs, obviously has joint pain especially when going to sit or lay down, etc). When she goes I'm probably going to be a bit fucked up because we've had her since I was 3. I don't have a camera right now so I don't have a picture of the younger one, but it's a rottweiler/lab something mix and basically looks like a lab with rottweiler fur markings/color. Edited for telling you to ignore the paper plates I dropped on the floor.

Those are Dachshunds, right? I'm really a cat person myself, but dachshunds are cutesies. My Brother's weinerdogs. brother and sister, but totally different personalities. so awesome.

Hamsters would be the raddest things ever if they weren't such insomniacs and attention whores.

Reese probably had a few screwes loose, since he slept during the night and stayed up during the day. And he peed on my bed once. Never got that stain out. But yeah, they're attention whores. Since Reese's passing, Rascal became the whore.

Hamsters must be X'ed out all the time or something, because they don't do shit during the day and it's party-fucking-central when the lights go out.

Yeah, all of our other previous hamsters (too many to count, since one of them had 10 babies a week after we brought her home) never stopped running in their wheels at night. Never try to sleep in the same room that a hamster is kept in. You'll never fall asleep. It's like they do so purely to annoy their owners. Fortunetly, Rascal sleeps at night. He does take naps during the day as well, but he can snap out of them quickly if you tempt him with some freedom or raisins (dunno why he loves them, but he's been eating them for over a year now and has shown no ill effects).

Let's see, right now we have two rabbits, two hamsters, and my sister's dog. Edit: Also, is it wrong that I cried at the death of my first rabbit, but not at the death of my grandmother?