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DrDonkeyLove wrote:

Dr. Agkistrodon wrote:

Gorbachev wrote:This thread has the ghey African bum AIDs.

Obviously a "cat person."

I see Gorby naming them after the members of his favorite boy band and having singalongs with his tea.

Looks about right to me.

I actually do empathise with your love of dogs. They're wonderful creatures. Unfortunately, I've had to harden my heart a bit when it comes to animals because of my experience. Let me tell you a story.

I had a horse once called Eric. He was a beauty. I was 15 and I rode him every day. I would rub him down, feed him oats, tickle his ear and just be with him. He'd always be waiting for me after school in the same spot in the field of a local farmer who let me keep him there. I loved Eric. One day, I just felt that something was different. Suddenly it hit me. I realized in a flash that "Eric" was just the stump of a tree. Man, I cried and cried. I made a vow that day NEVER to get attached to an animal like that again.

So have your fun but I know what real pain is.

This is why the sun set on the British empire

The risk of loss and suffering will not stop me from loving.

Yes. Bottom line.

My american Bulldog of ten years died in my arms in Nov. It has been horrible without her . It was traumatic. It bothers me deeply and the pain has only subsided in a small degree since.

I really don't know how I'm going to get on when my dog passes.

He's been my best bud since I was 13 years old. With the exception of when I was away at school, he's been there every morning when I get up.

You all are young. I've lost quite a few beloved dogs in 50 years. Dogs live 8-15 or so years, and do more good on this planet in 8-15 yrs than I will for as long as I live. When your dog dies, honor him or her by adopting a dog who needs a home. You will never regret it. I promise.

I still look for her at the top of the stairs at times and have to remind myself she wont be there when I come home from work .It will fade as all things do...

I fucking watched the Last Minutes With Oden one again.

This is not something I would recommend for someone with an old dog.

Putting down OG Otis, The Wonder Dog was not an easy task and a lot of you were 'here' for me when I did so, some years back. There's a side story, I doubt I've shared.....

So, it's me, my crying wife, my daughter (who is still so young at this point, she's rear facing in the child seat in the super duper Isuzu Trooper) and OG Otis, The Wonder Dog, who is in the back with Eva. My son is not even a thought at this point.

I am holding my shit together and I get a call "we are pulling the trigger on 'John Doe', extend him an offer of 132,500k, bonus, yada, yada, yada....." I tell my (brand new, like 8 week old client) that I am on my way to putting my dog down and will take care of it as soon as I get back. Now, for any of you who have used headhunters to be placed in a job or if you're a manager and have used us to find someone, this is always a very dicey period, even when it's all about puppies and kittens shitting rainbows and cupcakes. My client, after a very, very, very long pause simply says "ok" and hangs up. He's my age and an ex Squid, so there was at least a tiny level of trust he had in me at this point.

My dog gets the blue juice, dies lying on his side on the floor as I feed him dog biscuits. I am done crying like a bitch, the vet tells us to settle up whenever and let us go home. I check voicemail and I hear from another client, "we want Rama Lama Ding Dong, please offer him 110k, bonus, yada, yada, yada...."

I just put my dog of 14.5 years down, I'm maybe 4 years into this business at this point, so I'm not exactly 'walk on water' established (I'm a career change guy), I am a bit of a mess and I have to book two deals that can yield about 20k in commissions for my household.

I get the first guy on the phone and close him with relative ease. Not because of my awesomeness, but he was ready and this was a longish process. The second guy was a quick hit and was balking. It just so happens he lives about four miles from me and I tell him we must meet. I don't know why, but it was decided we'd meet in front of a Rainbow grocery store.

I brush the fuck out of my teeth, shave, put on too much aftershave and drive over to the store and close this guy in a fucking parking lot. On a side note, I just placed him again two weeks ago. To this day, that was the most money I've ever made in a single day, not to mention, a single afternoon. This afternoon was nothing compared to the days and nights 18 year olds doing combat patrols in the middle east go through, nor does it compare to the challenges a couple of you have shared, but it was one of life's little tests that I will never forget.

High Velocity Lie-Nap! wrote:Putting down OG Otis, The Wonder Dog was not an easy task and a lot of you were 'here' for me when I did so, some years back. There's a side story, I doubt I've shared.....

So, it's me, my crying wife, my daughter (who is still so young at this point, she's rear facing in the child seat in the super duper Isuzu Trooper) and OG Otis, The Wonder Dog, who is in the back with Eva. My son is not even a thought at this point.

I am holding my shit together and I get a call "we are pulling the trigger on 'John Doe', extend him an offer of 132,500k, bonus, yada, yada, yada....." I tell my (brand new, like 8 week old client) that I am on my way to putting my dog down and will take care of it as soon as I get back. Now, for any of you who have used headhunters to be placed in a job or if you're a manager and have used us to find someone, this is always a very dicey period, even when it's all about puppies and kittens shitting rainbows and cupcakes. My client, after a very, very, very long pause simply says "ok" and hangs up. He's my age and an ex Squid, so there was at least a tiny level of trust he had in me at this point.

My dog gets the blue juice, dies lying on his side on the floor as I feed him dog biscuits. I am done crying like a bitch, the vet tells us to settle up whenever and let us go home. I check voicemail and I hear from another client, "we want Rama Lama Ding Dong, please offer him 110k, bonus, yada, yada, yada...."

I just put my dog of 14.5 years down, I'm maybe 4 years into this business at this point, so I'm not exactly 'walk on water' established (I'm a career change guy), I am a bit of a mess and I have to book two deals that can yield about 20k in commissions for my household.

I get the first guy on the phone and close him with relative ease. Not because of my awesomeness, but he was ready and this was a longish process. The second guy was a quick hit and was balking. It just so happens he lives about four miles from me and I tell him we must meet. I don't know why, but it was decided we'd meet in front of a Rainbow grocery store.

I brush the fuck out of my teeth, shave, put on too much aftershave and drive over to the store and close this guy in a fucking parking lot. On a side note, I just placed him again two weeks ago. To this day, that was the most money I've ever made in a single day, not to mention, a single afternoon. This afternoon was nothing compared to the days and nights 18 year olds doing combat patrols in the middle east go through, nor does it compare to the challenges a couple of you have shared, but it was one of life's little tests that I will never forget.

When Remmy was sick, my ex-wife and I knew she must have been hurting, bad. The cancer had already metastasized when we caught it (ovarian neoplasia can spread like wildfire that way). But all the way until almost the bitter end, never once did that dog show any sign, behavior-wise, that something was wrong. The vet had given her two months, she outlived that by miles and miles and every day it was the same- she was her happy, energetic, smiling self. All she wanted to do was eat, play, and snuggle up on the couch. It was as if she wasn't sick at all, until about the last week.

This is one amazing thing dogs can teach us: Sure, it might be "the end of the fucking world," but there's business that needs to get taken care of, you can be sad or upset, but don't waste too much time sitting there feeling sorry for yourself, go handle it."

That's how Remmy was. I'm sure she knew, in her own dog way, that something was wrong. But it sure as hell didn't stop her from bringing me her frisbee, not until the end anyway.

I'd Hit It wrote:Last minutes with Oden

You bastard.

The first time I saw that movie I thought I actually heard my heart break at the end. It's that tough to get through. I've probably seen it at least 20 times and it gets me every time.

That motherfucker riding his goddamn fixie in the rain afterwards was almost as poignant as the other stuff

Dr. Agkistrodon wrote: This is one amazing thing dogs can teach us: Sure, it might be "the end of the fucking world," but there's business that needs to get taken care of, you can be sad or upset, but don't waste too much time sitting there feeling sorry for yourself, go handle it."

There's two ways to interpret your remark, neither are wrong, IMO, which one fits just depends on your perspective at the time.

Well put, regardless.

Gorbachev wrote:I actually do empathise with your love of dogs. They're wonderful creatures. Unfortunately, I've had to harden my heart a bit when it comes to animals because of my experience. Let me tell you a story.

I had a horse once called Eric. He was a beauty. I was 15 and I rode him every day. I would rub him down, feed him oats, tickle his ear and just be with him. He'd always be waiting for me after school in the same spot in the field of a local farmer who let me keep him there. I loved Eric. One day, I just felt that something was different. Suddenly it hit me. I realized in a flash that "Eric" was just the stump of a tree. Man, I cried and cried. I made a vow that day NEVER to get attached to an animal like that again.

So have your fun but I know what real pain is.

I had a shoebox named Mike when I was 9 that I had almost forgotten about until I read this.

Terry B. wrote:

Gorbachev wrote:I actually do empathise with your love of dogs. They're wonderful creatures. Unfortunately, I've had to harden my heart a bit when it comes to animals because of my experience. Let me tell you a story.

I had a horse once called Eric. He was a beauty. I was 15 and I rode him every day. I would rub him down, feed him oats, tickle his ear and just be with him. He'd always be waiting for me after school in the same spot in the field of a local farmer who let me keep him there. I loved Eric. One day, I just felt that something was different. Suddenly it hit me. I realized in a flash that "Eric" was just the stump of a tree. Man, I cried and cried. I made a vow that day NEVER to get attached to an animal like that again.

So have your fun but I know what real pain is.

I had a shoebox named Mike when I was 9 that I had almost forgotten about until I read this.

I went out with a bicycle named Jennifer Star when I was 14, for 3 weeks. She was French and taught me a thing or two. Holiday romance but really intense. Wonder where she is now.

It's not always so grim...

I hate pets

protobuilder wrote:I hate pets

Would you believe that when my brother and I were little kids, we had a parakeet named Blueberry? I shit you not.

very funny