I literally don't have to make a sound, but if a tear comes out of my eye, my little Crosby jumps up and is trying to console meOr when they see you upset and try to cheer you up![]()

I literally don't have to make a sound, but if a tear comes out of my eye, my little Crosby jumps up and is trying to console meOr when they see you upset and try to cheer you up![]()
ExactlyI don't remember the name, I seen that info a couple years ago.
I feel you. When I first got Crosby, I was able to come home for lunch for about an hour. When I moved back to Denver, I was gone for about 10 hours a day. Poor little thing would have his face in the window all day. I know this because even if I went to the store for a minute, his face would be there.It's a disgusting thing to do.
And I love dogs.
I want to get a dog but I leave the house early for work and because of my commute, I don't get home until pretty late. It's just too much time for the dog to be alone.
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I'm not ready for 2 dogs.I feel you. When I first got Crosby, I was able to come home for lunch for about an hour. When I moved back to Denver, I was gone for about 10 hours a day. Poor little thing would have his face in the window all day. I know this because even if I went to the store for a minute, his face would be there.
So I decided he needed a friend. Enter Heathcliff. No more face in the windowNow my boo can come home for lunch and chill with them
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I'm not ready for 2 dogs.
Maybe I'll get one eventually.
It's just a bit weird because I'm a big guy but I love little dachshunds. Little begging ass dogs but so much energy and so much fun.
I'm packing just fine, ladysize doesn't matter.
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No but for real, I always wanted a lab, but my apartment living didn't allow it, obviously not fair to him. So I did my research and found a dog that was suited for my lifestyle, and it worked out perfectly.
I'm packing just fine, lady
I like labs but don't they shed a lot? I have a lot of misconceptions about dogs.
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This coworker I had when I worked in California was bragging about getting a chocolate lab.I wasn't talking about you!!!!
No clue- I knew I couldn't have one so I didn't even research.
This coworker I had when I worked in California was bragging about getting a chocolate lab.
I thought chocolate labs were cool, until that Dilbert-looking twinkle-toed uppity fat fukk decided to get one.
He single-handedly ruined that breed of dog for me.
California was cool but I ran into my fair share of douchebags.that was awesome.
California was cool but I ran into my fair share of douchebags.
I once had a woman tell me she went to The Standard in LA and said it was very posh. But she didn't say posh. She pronounced it "Poe-sh".
I wanted to deliver a hairy knuckle sandwich right into her fat onion-smelling suck hole.
My favorite was one day I'm walking home from the office...it's ball dripping hot in this bytch. I'm sweating like a prostitute in church....and I'm at an intersection with a white boy who is wearing a beanie cap, a hooded sweatshirt, and motherfukking cargo shorts.
I should have pushed that ballwashing b*stard right into oncoming traffic.