Things you have an irrational hatred of

[LoathedVermin72]

Both good. What the hell, LV?

Sick of assholes who let their dogs run around neighborhoods without a leash, let their dogs bark endlessly without intervening, and leave dogshit on other people’s lawns. Dickheads.

[Ello Sailor]

I feel you. Is that common where you live? That shit gets sorted out right quick around these parts.

[LoathedVermin72]

I feel you. Is that common where you live? That shit gets sorted out right quick around these parts.

Constant. People generally are inconsiderate shitheads around here. I hate it.

[Monkey_Driven]

I really like dogs. I do not like the 5 - 6:30 pm window where every single person walks their dog through our neighborhood while all of the other dogs (including mine) bark the entire time.

[Chris_H_2]

Both good. What the hell, LV?

Sick of assholes who let their dogs run around neighborhoods without a leash, let their dogs bark endlessly without intervening, and leave dogshit on other people’s lawns. Dickheads.

so it's not necessarily the dogs, but the specific breed of owners you despise, yes?

[LoathedVermin72]

Both good. What the hell, LV?

Sick of assholes who let their dogs run around neighborhoods without a leash, let their dogs bark endlessly without intervening, and leave dogshit on other people’s lawns. Dickheads.

so it's not necessarily the dogs, but the specific breed of owners you despise, yes?

Yeah pretty much and at this point I don’t care, get rid of them all

[Chris_H_2]

Both good. What the hell, LV?

Sick of assholes who let their dogs run around neighborhoods without a leash, let their dogs bark endlessly without intervening, and leave dogshit on other people’s lawns. Dickheads.

so it's not necessarily the dogs, but the specific breed of owners you despise, yes?

Yeah pretty much and at this point I don’t care, get rid of them all

even snoopy?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Dogs shouldn’t exist

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[epilogue]

When did we, as a society, start being okay with everyone pronouncing it "know-n?"

It's known. Say known. It's known. It's not know-n.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Dougs shouldn’t exist

way to throw your BFF under the bus

huh

[tommy]

I really like dogs. I do not like the 5 - 6:30 pm window where every single person walks their dog through our neighborhood while all of the other dogs (including mine) bark the entire time.

At least these people actually walk their dogs. Both of my old neighbors were the types of lazy assholes that just shoved their dogs into the backyard a few times a day and let it bark.

[Ello Sailor]

Dogs: good. People: stupid. TED: talked.

[tommy]

Dogs: good. People: stupid. TED: talked.

Hmm, some dogs are cops, though

[Ello Sailor]

lol

[LoathedVermin72]

Sort of a separate issue but I don’t vibe with dogs at all. I find them very obnoxious. Way too energetic and all over you and needy. And dirty and smelly. Hate it. Which is unfortunate because dogs always like me.

[Rangi Guy]

This is allstarting to read like a Kristi Noem fan page....

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

I have an innate animal affinity, so all animals are calm and reverent towards me. Dogs, being manifestations of pure love, are especially at peace around me, knowing that I'm so cool.

[The Argonaut]

I don't eat meat or animal products, so I don't smell like a carnivore. Little animals love me, bunnies flock to me