Are you alright? I didn’t even say anything else. If you cannot be nice to me, please leave. It sounds like you need to get a grip and be more open minded…
I am quite disappointed in Patty’s response. I find it sexist and uncalled for. She needs to check her privilege. I do not care if she is a kid! My kids will not be reading Peanuts Begins in this household any longer!!!
Charlie and Scout are mine, but they are a poodle and cavachon. They really don’t eat a lot though because they are pretty fit. Scout is currently on a cut to gain some muscle and show off her six pack. Charlie is a lot more American in his diet, but he is still fairly healthy.
While I wholeheartedly resonate with your sentiment regarding the unwavering fidelity and authenticity embodied by dogs and other animals, one must nonetheless grapple with the less palatable facets of their existence. Indeed, their propensity to defecate and urinate indoors, coupled with the rather odious practice of coprophagia, can occasionally overshadow their otherwise exemplary companionship. Thus, while their uncomplicated devotion is undeniably admirable, one cannot overlook the pragmatic realities that accompany such affection. In the intricate tapestry of human-animal relationships, these imperfections serve as poignant reminders that even the most devoted companions come replete with their own idiosyncrasies and challenges.
Tis was so long ago when I remember this article that I remember it so long ago. I remember as a kid when I would get ice cream and play with my pet Giraffe named Melvin. He was truly the best brother ever. I remember that his uncle would watch us when my parents went to go have fun time… Hard to believe that this was all over 70 years ago.
Yes, I remember when we sold paper to combat the Big Red. My community raised about $5,000 ($90,000,000 in today’s times) to buy missiles for the war.