I can play around with my guitar for 20 minutes or so, and by the time my fingers get to hurting (Yes, they still hurt after only 20 minutes–I am a wimp.) the dogs will have decided they want in. Proof I can still have something of a hobby and
No matter how well trained the dog, if s/he doesn’t want to come in, s/he isn’t going to come in, no matter how much quieter it would be outside without him/her barking at random neighbours, neighbours’ dogs, neighbours’ children, and passers by on the street, or any combination of the
I’ve slammed Bush on this thing and in person (no, not in person with him, regretfully) several dozen times. But no one does it quite like mister Wheaton. And I know he isn’t slamming Bush just for the sole purpose of slamming him, but I do have to agree wholeheartedly.
For the modest price of somewhere in the neighbourhood of $4000, you too can have a cute, cuddly kitten, minus sneezing. Of course, for that price, it’d better be trained to clean its own litterbox, too.
Apparently I got refered by the Photonic Eye, a photoblog who’s author I… uh… don’t know, and who’s blog I never even heard of until about 2 minutes ago. Ah well. If I can give a nod to people who drop me a line while they’re supposed to be pretending