Talk about your day thread

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Thought I'd have to finally put my dog down yesterday after having a seizure right in my arms this weekend, but some new meds seem to be turning things around. I had to carry him home after an aborted walk attempt last night, but he was up and about pretty well this morning. Hopefully it will buy him a few more months. Well see how this week goes.

Sorry man. My previous dog suffered from seizures, it is painful to watch. But he always appreciated the comfort during and afterwards. Hope the medicine helps.

[wease]

Thought I'd have to finally put my dog down yesterday after having a seizure right in my arms this weekend, but some new meds seem to be turning things around. I had to carry him home after an aborted walk attempt last night, but he was up and about pretty well this morning. Hopefully it will buy him a few more months. Well see how this week goes.

Sorry man. My previous dog suffered from seizures, it is painful to watch. But he always appreciated the comfort during and afterwards. Hope the medicine helps.

One of ours now has them. He’s been on meds for about a year and half now and they help tremendously. Hope it works for you Burt.

[spike]

Thought I'd have to finally put my dog down yesterday after having a seizure right in my arms this weekend, but some new meds seem to be turning things around. I had to carry him home after an aborted walk attempt last night, but he was up and about pretty well this morning. Hopefully it will buy him a few more months. Well see how this week goes.

Really sorry Burt. He is a majestic beast just like you.

[BurtReynolds]

Thanks. Hope he can make it to 15!

[doug rr]

looks like my wife made us appointments today to get the latest covid shot...I think this will be #5

Be ready, it took both me and the wife down after about 24 hours.

ended up getting the Pfizer and we also got shingles shots...both my wife and I can't lift our left arms fully over our head..I woke up sweating last night at 2am and never went back to bed..

[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.

[doug rr]

sorry Burt...Doug was a good dog...I feel that our 15 1/2 year old cocker only has 6 months or so

[spike]

looks like my wife made us appointments today to get the latest covid shot...I think this will be #5

Be ready, it took both me and the wife down after about 24 hours.

ended up getting the Pfizer and we also got shingles shots...both my wife and I can't lift our left arms fully over our head..I woke up sweating last night at 2am and never went back to bed..

Yeah wife couldn’t lift her arm either. Hope you’re through the worst of it.

[tommy]

Thought I'd have to finally put my dog down yesterday after having a seizure right in my arms this weekend, but some new meds seem to be turning things around. I had to carry him home after an aborted walk attempt last night, but he was up and about pretty well this morning. Hopefully it will buy him a few more months. Well see how this week goes.

Dogspeed, Burt

[Jorge]

My sister just launched a YouTube channel last week. I've been helping her get it set up, teaching her how to edit her own videos, scheduling posts, and stuff like that. She's still at very low numbers but steadily growing. It's amazing to me that even at this low level she's still getting comments from absolute weirdos fantasizing about marrying her, or giving her unsolicited advice about her looks. These losers are everywhere

Her channel has grown a lot in popularity over the last couple weeks, which is great... but I need to stop looking at the comments. 97% of them are positive but then there'll be a few deeply bitter losers who try to bring her down and my protective big brother instinct takes over and I want to throw down in the comments. She couldn't be less bothered and I'm here foaming at the mouth like an idiot

[Jorge]

Thanks. Hope he can make it to 15!

Hope he feels better soon

[The Argonaut]

My sister just launched a YouTube channel last week. I've been helping her get it set up, teaching her how to edit her own videos, scheduling posts, and stuff like that. She's still at very low numbers but steadily growing. It's amazing to me that even at this low level she's still getting comments from absolute weirdos fantasizing about marrying her, or giving her unsolicited advice about her looks. These losers are everywhere

Her channel has grown a lot in popularity over the last couple weeks, which is great... but I need to stop looking at the comments. 97% of them are positive but then there'll be a few deeply bitter losers who try to bring her down and my protective big brother instinct takes over and I want to throw down in the comments. She couldn't be less bothered and I'm here foaming at the mouth like an idiot

engagement = $

[Higgs]

Hope the doggo gets gooder quick. We had to put down our 13 year old cat on Monday afternoon. He was getting older and went really downhill the past few weeks, losing weight in front of our eyes, likely diabetes and cancer, at risk of having seizures.

He was my daughter's cat and she loved him. I thought he was a food-focussed prick, but I am sorry for her and to see him go (mostly).

We knew he was close on Saturday and arranged for a vet to do a home visit as he was terrified of the car. The vet was lovely and did a great job, Tuna died in my daughter's arms, which is where he would have wanted to be.

Going downhill fast can be a small mercy to be honest - he didn't suffer which is important. Hope your pooch picks up and you and he have many moments left.

[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.

[Jorge]

Hope the doggo gets gooder quick. We had to put down our 13 year old cat on Monday afternoon. He was getting older and went really downhill the past few weeks, losing weight in front of our eyes, likely diabetes and cancer, at risk of having seizures.

He was my daughter's cat and she loved him. I thought he was a food-focussed prick, but I am sorry for her and to see him go (mostly).

We knew he was close on Saturday and arranged for a vet to do a home visit as he was terrified of the car. The vet was lovely and did a great job, Tuna died in my daughter's arms, which is where he would have wanted to be.

Going downhill fast can be a small mercy to be honest - he didn't suffer which is important. Hope your pooch picks up and you and he have many moments left.

[Strat]

Losing a pet is the worst and i shed a tear (legit) every time i read about someone going through it.

Ugh. Hugs to everyone. Including burt. Hope pup pulls through.

[VinylGuy]

Hugs to Higgs and Burt.

[Rangi Guy]

That sucks Higgs - having recently watched our cat go through something similar I know how absolutely heartbreaking that can be. I'm still pretty thankful that our girl decided to go off on her own terms as the vet visits were really getting to me.

Hope your doggo continues to improve Burt!!

[Strat]

The reason its so bad is beacuse.....

Animals - Well, they dont have the same emotional reaction to the pain and suffering/end of life. They literally go and go and go until they can absolutely not go any further. All just to please their owners.

Its pure love.

ANd one day it just....stops....

and its so fucking heartbreaking. Perfect creatures.