Bristol, UK-based Sam Hobson is a wildlife photographer with a difference from others: he primarily shoots wildlife that he can find in and around cities: foxes, badgers, deer, toads, squirrels, herons, ravens, pigeons, goshawks, falcons, gulls and others. We really liked the brilliant twist.
Fritz, the Golden Retriever, struggles to catch food in his mouth. And he really tries… he tries very hard.
This hilarious video shows a series of recordings about Fritz, the golden retriever, receiving all kinds of delicious treats, from sushi to spaghetti, burgers, and everything in between. To add to the comedic effect, each of Fritz's attempt to catch food is slowed down dramatically.
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Cats create a very special and tight bond with their owners. Just like dogs would. People who say cats don't care, well it doesn't seem to be the case. Cats show love in different ways and adore their owners. And their owners adore them. So, perhaps it was no surprise that a wealthy Bronx owner made sure her beloved family – her cats- would be taken care of after her death.
Troy and Tiger the two cats of author Ellen Frey-Wouter, have come to inherit quit a fortune. The two will share a $300,000 bequest, a small portion of Frey-Wouter's $3-million estate, that includes a large home in an exclusive section of the Bronx.
Frey-Wouter was 88 and a widow with no children when she sadly pasted. It is said that now two of her former home health aides each take care of her precious pets. The way it works is that they submit the bills for expenses like food, grooming and vet care and are reimbursed from that trust fund.
You might find this odd, but it isn't the first time the pets have been singled out by a doting owner. Back in 2007, when the infamous, "Queen of Mean," Leona Helmsley died she left her dog "Trouble" $12 million. The neighbor of the late author gave his thoughts to the matter, stating "I think that's incredible." A fellow pet owner, Tsoulos is among those applauding the thoughtful act and even indicated that he'd do the same for his dogs. "Your pets are your family and leaving money behind so that they can be taken care of is a beautifully humane gesture and it's a lesson for the rest of us," Tsoulos said.
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The dogs are my best medicine so I'm sharing links to some recent photos that I posted on Twitter and hoped dog_rates might share. Although they liked them, no re-tweet, but you might like them.
If you'd like to follow me there, I'm https://twitter.com/The_Real_DWG
The biggest news I have is that we're finally fencing in the back yard so that rescue organizations will consider us for adopting another bonded pair of dogs. Although Molly and Tessa have been fine with the invisible fence, the orgs require a physical barrier, so we've been turned down several times. :-( With luck, we'll soon be adding to the borking and zooming around here.
We went to the zoo for a walk Wednesday night after work as it is August and the zoo is open late on Wednesdays this month. We saw one of jebra's old bandmates, quite a few of the zoo's full--time inhabitants, and played Ingress until closing. We're getting closer to Level 15 but good heavens is that a long slog. jebra pointed out at there are many game points from Level 1 through 14 as there are between Level 14 and 15. No wonder it is taking forever. The AgentStats tool predicts I will make Level 15 sometime in October but I keep seeing the date slip as life gets in the way and I can't devote the amount of time I'd like to getting out and playing.
We were supposed to go up north to see jebra's parents on Saturday and planned to spend the night. Friday was spent catching up on laundry so that I'd have something to wear while we were gone. While I was biking and doing laundry, jebra went out for a walk and to play Ingress. He was walking at his usual quick pace on a sidewalk when he started to fall forward. He tried to regain his balance by walking faster and getting his under him where they belong but all that really did was propel him faster when he hit the pavement with this knees, palms, and face. He laid there for a while, holding the side of his nose that gets spontaneous nosebleeds, until he thought he could stand up with out getting blood down the front of his khaki shirt and kilt. He came home after that and I had to meet him at the door to help him get his boots and the rest of his clothes off as he still had blood all over his hands and face. He posted the whole saga to facebook for those of you who follow him there; the next day we went back to the scene of the crime to see if we could figure otu why he fell. He was pretty spooked by the whole thing which is understandable given my experiences with unexplained falls. Turns out he had a better reason than a failing spine, he had stepped on a green pine cone and it rolled underneath his boot as he continued forward. He took photos of the now crushed pine cone and the rather substantial bloodstain on the pavement. His hands are healing nicely as are his knees (he heals a heck of a lot faster than I do; the marks on his needs are darn near gone whereas I have had the same injuries to my knees for the past couple of months). Anyway, on Saturday morning he still looked pretty swollen and at we didn't yet know why he'd fallen so we opted to stay near home for the weekend. We were glad of this decision when he woke up Sunday morning with two black eyes. Turns out he didn't break his nose though, the doctor examined him and declared him to be just badly bruised.
I have no idea what we did on Saturday other than research used cars, go out for dinner and play Ingress while we were out. Oh, and arrange to have lunch with our god-daughter Amanda and her husband the following day.
We expected to get up earlier than we did come Sunday, which cut short time for playing Ingress before our meet-up at the restaurant. We played one set of portals on our way there, discussed where we wanted to play after lunch, and arrived at the Mexican place before they did. Which was good as we were starting to run late. The food was excellent and I want to return for more. I want to recommend the place if you're ever in the area only I can't remember the name of the place nor where exactly it is located. I know it was nearish St. Basil (an Ingress portal) and that it is only five minutes or so from Sam & Amanda's house but that doesn't help identify it.
After lunch we went to check out their house and meet their dogs, one is a spaniel-pitbull mix that the softest coat I've known on a short-hair dog. That dog would be great to cuddle up with on the couch on a cold night. The other dog is a black lab-pitbull mix and *loves* water. And is very high energy and wants to play nonstop. Good thing his brother doesn't mind playing with him.
What I forgot to mention was that when we returned to our car after lunch the windows would neither go up nor down. The radio cut out for a while too, but in this weather the windows are far more important as the A/C in the car stopped work over a year ago. We sweltered on the way home and did not stop to play more Ingress as we didn't know if the windows & radio were the only things malfunctioning. I was sad but we got home safely and made it to and from work on Monday. My brother, Rob, the mechanic, suggested that the problem was within one of the control modules and that a possible fix was to disconnect and then reconnect the battery. Rather like a rebooting a computer I suppose. We tried that but it did not correct the problem. Meanwhile, I found a car I wanted to check out at the used car dealer near our home so we did that after work. We arrived as they were closing up shop for the night, but they let us take it out for a quick test drive. We had one reservation (it felt like the ABS breaking system was triggering when it drove down a bumpy residential street at 30 mph) but felt it was worth having our mechanic give it a look. So that's what's going on today.
Last night was more laundry and jebra was going to go to Ann Arbor for concert night at the Ark. (Take a Chance Tuesday.) He didn't make it there though, the car started to act funny (that's as much as I know) and he was afraid to make the trip. And this morning we stayed off the highway on our way in to work for the same reason. I sure do hope our mechanic gives the okay for the sale, especially since I told Jebra that if they didn't we'd go to CroMax in Ypsilanti and get the little blue Subaru Forester he likes. Only now I'm not sure our working Park Avenue can go that far.
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Croatia's only beach bar for dogs have quite the menu for the pups. It's definitely a special treat when a specialty brewed beer is made for the dogs! Before you get worried, this is not your ordinary beer. This beer is made from chicken and vegetables, and for dessert…. Well they've got some ice cream made from banana's, peanuts, yoghurt and soy milk! Owners along with their very excited and happy dogs can each get a sun bed, and take a refreshing dive in the blue Adriatic waters.
While dogs can relax on the beach, they also can partake in different activities, such as swimming and diving competitions, or an eating contest between dogs
Monty's Dog Beach bar in Crikvenica opened last year and is the only bar of it's kind in the Adriatic country, and it's a place you have to visit! Just look at all the fun these pups are having!
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Scorpius Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter.
Challenge: Written for hp_nextgen100/hp_nextgen100/hp_nextgen100's prompt # 124: Free Lunch.
Length: 100 x 8
Beta(s): sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
“There’s no such thing as a free lunch,” hissed Rose. “He’s up to something.”
“Why’re you so suspicious?” Lily asked. “Will you just relax? Is it so hard to believe maybe Malfoy’s just being generous in offering to buy lunch?”
“Yes it is!” Rose huffed, gathering up her things. “You can stay if you like, but I’m leaving. Unlike you, I have morals.”
Lily rolled her eyes as she watched Rose exit the expensive, French restaurant. “Which is why you haven’t got laid in a year,” she muttered.
“I’d love to help with that,” came an amused voice.
Flushing, Lily glared at Scorpius, who of course, looked impeccable. “I should go.”
“Please don’t.” Scorpius sat down across from her. “I really would love to buy you lunch.” He looked around. “Where’s Rose?”
Lily coughed. “She doesn’t believe in free lunches.”
“Ah.” Scorpius raised an eyebrow. “And you?”
“I’m not sure if I do or not.”
Scorpius held up his hands. “No strings, I promise. Just a friendly meal between former classmates.”
“No strings?” Lily pursed her lips. “You’ll forgive me if I keep my guard up anyway?”
“Of course.” Scorpius grinned. “You wouldn’t be Slytherin if you didn’t.”
Lily ordered her free lunch, raising an eyebrow when Scorpius ordered a bottle of wine with his meal. “You will share some, won’t you?”
“Is that your plan, then?” she asked when the waiter left. “You’re going to get me drunk and have your wicked way with me?”
Scorpius’ lips twitched. “Do I look like an idiot? You’re a witch, and a Potter. You have magic and more relatives than there are trees outside. You think I want them all to descend on me and hex me into small pieces?”
Lily snorted. “That’s the only reason you wouldn’t take advantage?”
Scorpius’ face went blank. “I wouldn’t take advantage of you because I like you,” he said quietly. “But, believe it or not, I also wouldn’t take advantage of anyone, even if I didn’t like them.”
Lily bit her lip. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest—”
Scorpius stood up. “This was a mistake. I’d hoped we could have a friendly meal together, but I’ve bolloxed it up. I’ll leave you to eat alone. I’m sorry to have bothered you. Oh, and lunch is still on me.” He smiled bitterly. “You see? There is such a thing as a free lunch.”
“Stop, please,” said Lily. “I was wrong. I…apologise.”
Scorpius, who’d turned away, froze. Slowly, he spun to stare at her. An eyebrow went up. “Did you just apologise?”
Scorpius sat down. “I’m sorry, but I must be hearing things.”
“Shut up,” she said, biting back a grin.
“Oh no. No I will not.” Scorpius smirked. “I’m going to preserve this memory forever. I got Miss perfect ‘I never make a mistake’ Lily Luna Potter to apologise to me. That’s worth the price of lunch.”
Lily rolled her eyes. “So much for a free lunch for me, though.”
By the time their food arrived, they were arguing good-naturedly, and by pudding, Lily remembered why she’d fancied him all through school. Except it’d seemed he’d fancied Rose.
Sobered by that thought, Lily stopped speaking mid-sentence in her story.
“You can’t leave it there,” Scorpius said. “What did James do?”
Lily took a sip of her wine. “Was this free lunch originally intended to seduce Rose?” she blurted.
Scorpius blinked. “What?”
“You fancied Rose in school.”
Scorpius smiled. “Briefly, yes.” His smile widened. “Then I fancied Albus.”
“Oh!” Lily gaped.
“And now,” whispered Scorpius, clasping her hand, “I fancy you.”
“You…you do?” Lily stared at him. Had he always had such amazing eyes?
Scorpius smiled. “Okay, so you should know, I did fib.”
Lily pulled away. “What did you do?”
Scorpius clung to her hand. “I said I wanted this to be a friendly meal, but I was hoping this could be a more than friends meal.”
Lily stopped trying to retrieve her hand. “You…were?”
“I still am.” Scorpius released her hand. “But this can still be a free lunch with no strings if you prefer.”
“Actually,” said Lily, reaching for his hand, “I’m okay with some strings.”
“That clerk knows,” Lily said as Scorpius propelled her into the hotel room.
Scorpius grinned. “Probably. We are two gorgeous twenty-somethings renting a room over lunch.” He kissed her. “Does it matter?”
Lily smiled. “No.”
Nor did it matter when she rode him to a brilliant orgasm. As they cuddled afterwards, she chuckled.
“Should I take that as a comment on my performance?”
“Stop looking for compliments! And no, I was thinking maybe Rose was right.”
“There really is no free lunch.”
“I hope the price you paid for yours was worth it,” Scorpius murmured.
She grinned. “Definitely.”
Shonin is a personal bodycam up on Kickstarter.
There are a lot of complicated issues surrounding bodycams -- for example, it's obvious that police bodycams reduce violence -- but the one thing everyone is certain about is that they will proliferate. I'm not sure society is fully ready for the ramifications of this level of recording.
The FWiB called, and we talked. And then I went out to my meeting. First wanted to go to the good pizza place across from Macy's, for dinner. But the traffic was unbelievable due to street work on Main Stret. It took forever to get there. I ate my pizza, which was yummy, and then headed for my meeting. Again, it took forever to get there, I was a half an hour late! And not only due to the street work on main, they rerouted part of the trip, which took up time also. Very frustrating.
But the meeting was good, and then I got a ride home so all is well.
1. My meetings and the people there.
2. The FWiB.
3. Good pizza.
4. Air conditioning.
5. Vacation days.
6. Good books.
A few years ago, my dad was busted by the cops for using an online forum to solicit escorts. The arrest and infidelity destroyed his marriage to my mom. My brother and I were in our mid-teens at the time and were angry enough with him that we asked him to not seek custody. He obliged, and neither of us has seen him since. I miss my dad—or the man I thought he was. I know part of my anger comes from how badly he hurt my mom. As I mature, I'm wondering if I was unfair to my dad by cutting off all contact. I don't think sex work is immoral. I don't think people who see sex workers are bad. But because my dad was involved in this bust, and because I had to become aware of the double life he led, I felt uncomfortable around him. It doesn't help that some of the girls were not much older than I was at the time. I think I'd like to get to know my dad again, but I'm not sure what kind of relationship I'm ready to have. He was a wonderful father—and on some level, I recognize I cut him off when he showed me he was human. How do I reach out to him?
Each of us is a writhing mass of contradictions, PH. We all have public personas and private personas, and there are always gaps between the two. And while those gaps, when exposed, can be mutually negating, that's not always the case. It is possible for someone to be a good dad and a shitty husband. The good dad you knew your dad to be? That wasn't a lie. It was one of your father's truths. That he failed as a husband and hurt your mom—with an assist from laws criminalizing sex work—is another of your father's truths.
You don't say why your dad was seeking sex outside the marriage, PH, and I can't imagine that was a conversation you wanted to have with your dad in your mid-teens—and it may not be one you ever want to have. But it's possible your parents' marriage was more complicated than you know. ("The victim of an affair is not always the victim of the marriage," as Esther Perel says.) But you're not an awful daughter for refusing to see your dad during a contentious, confusing, and most likely humiliating time. (I imagine there was press).
As for how to reach out, I think e-mail is the best way to reestablish contact after an estrangement. You can take your time crafting what you want to say, and your dad can take his time crafting a response. And you've already written a good opening line for your first e-mail to your dad: "I'd like to get to know my dad again, but I'm not sure what kind of relationship I'm ready to have. But I'd like to start talking—via e-mail, for now."
Give your mother a heads up, PH, so she doesn't feel blindsided. Good luck.
I'm a female masochist and super subby—I see nothing wrong with that. For the last couple of months, I've been pursuing "death wish" fantasies. When I start feeling low, I seek out guys on hookup sites who are sadistic enough that they might potentially help me carry it out. I've even gone so far as to put together a "blackmail package" for them, in case they start feeling like I might tell on them. I honestly wouldn't want anyone to get in trouble just because I'm not thinking right. My therapist knows about the masochist end of things, but I'm afraid to tell her this other part because I don't want to be put on any crazy pills. Is there a way for me to switch my brain from thinking about this and somehow find my way back to normal BDSM or something else entirely without turning off my sexuality completely?
Rather Not Say My Name
There are fantasies that are simply too dangerous to realize, RNSMN, even with a willing victim/sub and a reckless perp/Dom. And any person who pushes a woman's "death wish" fantasy into potentially-carrying-it-out territory deserves whatever trouble comes their way. Murder is wrong, even if the person wants it. And taking advantage of someone who clearly isn't in their right mind doesn't magically make manslaughter not criminal—"blackmail package" or no "blackmail package."
You must open up to your therapist about the risks you're taking, RNSMN. Some people with extreme and/or dangerous sexual obsessions have been successfully treated with talk therapy and low-dose antidepressants—meds, not "crazy pills." A good therapist and/or the right low-dose medication could help you find your way back to safer and saner BDSM practices without shutting off your sexuality completely.
I'm a woman in my early 30s having sex with a guy in his early 20s. The sex is more than casual, and we really care about each other. My concern is this guy has some alt-right sympathies that reveal themselves in our political discussions. He's a Trump guy, but hesitates to admit it because he knows I'm anti-Trump. He shares memes created by Mike Cernovich and Milo Yiannopoulos, he gets his news from hard-right publications, and his sister and brother-in-law are Holocaust deniers. This concerns and confuses me because he's such a sweet guy and, honestly, so goddamn good in bed. He might be the best lay I've ever had. I can't reconcile these two sides of him, but I also can't help trying to enlighten him a little bit. One of his best features is his open-mindedness. He's read books and watched documentaries I've recommended. I feel a responsibility to this young, confused, and frankly not-too-bright person who's surrounded by bad influences. I want to be understanding and gently guide him in a better direction, but sometimes his ignorance is aggravating. I can also sense that he's beginning to feel a little judged, which can only make things worse. I keep thinking of your Campsite Rule, and I wonder at what point does one give up throwing logic and articles at someone who thought Hillary Clinton ran a child sex ring out of a pizza parlor? Can I continue to have sex with someone who thinks the left is conspiring to turn everyone communist?
Don't fuck Nazis.
If someone you just met tells you they're a Nazi, don't fuck that Nazi. If you're already fucking someone and they reveal themselves to be a Nazi, stop fucking that Nazi. If someone tells you they're a Nazi and you fuck that Nazi anyway and keep fucking that Nazi because they're good at sex (for a Nazi), your effort to "gently guide" that Nazi away from being a Nazi doesn't make it okay for you to fuck that Nazi.
Okay, okay: This guy might not be a Nazi at all—although it sure as fuck sounds like his family is, and they probably have more influence over him than you do. It's possible this young, confused, and not-too-bright boy is merely a Trump-supporting conspiracy theorist and maybe I'm still too upset about Charlottesville to be impartial. Or, hey, maybe this guy is already a Nazi and hasn't revealed the full extent of his odious political beliefs to you, CL, because the sex is good and he's hoping to fuck the Nazi into you before you can fuck the Nazi out of him.
Finally, good people don't worry about making Nazis "feel judged." Nazis should be judged—à la Judgment at Nuremberg, an old film with a feel-good ending that's worth watching right about now. Another thing good people don't do? They don't fuck Nazis.
On the Lovecast, women in gay bars—we have a problem: savagelovecast.com.
|This is me during the total eclipse, |
but you can't really see the
hole in the middle.
The day started out in a fog bank, and we had partial clouds throughout the built-up to totality. But it made real unusual pictures. Fortunately, it was clear skies shortly before the big event.
|My husband built a staging box with great success.|
|Strangely, the worst pictures were the ones of the|
total eclipse. However, my brother took some through
his telescope that were outstanding. He will be sending
those to me soon and I'll update you.
Cats have held human fascination for thousands of years, from the Ancient Egypt feline warrior goddess Bastet to modern YouTube videos of kittens riding on a Roomba. The History of Cats in 101 Objects is a fun, fact-filled visual history of the human relationship with cats. The book covers topics such as: the adoration of cats throughout history, the evolution of the domestic cat and rise of the indoor cat, Contemporary cat obsessions and products perfect for every feline fanatic.
This charming book also delves into how cats have slinked their way into some of our most lasting works of literature, films, television and other pop culture, and it explores the mesmerizing behaviors we adore, from swatting balls of yarn to taking cat naps in strange places.
The perfect book for anyone who has a fluffy-yet-infuriating feline companion of their own. If interested, you can buy it HERE for 14.99$.
We all know that people love to take their pups to the groomers. They come back looking relaxed, adorable and ready for anything. Groomers are told how to style dogs and you trust them. You trust them to be patient and attentive to your best friend. They are trained professionals. So when owner and dog-groomer got accused of "embarrassing" her dog by the Kennel Club, she hit back.
CatCon is an annual celebration of cats and the cat aesthetic, all of which has developed out of pure passion and love for feline pets. People gather each year in southern California for the big event. This year's third annual feline frenzy brought 15,000 cat lovers together for a weekend of fun and frolic at the Pasadena Convention Center on August 12th-13th. Attendees participated in experiential marketing, explored new products and fashion for both themselves and their four-legged furriends, and met with some of the most famous internet cats in the world.
So, in case you've missed it, here are some highlights of the kitty fest. via: The Purrington Post
If you are the good thoughts/energy/praying sort, if you could direct them toward G and her family, it would be so much appreciated. G is Jewish, so a special thank you to all my Jewish friends and their communities.
Thanks, my loves. ♥