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The dog came to us when UP was first coming out. We knew from the get go that he was different. He came every time you called, even though he didn't know us.
Our dog at the time was named Olive, and she tried to chase him off. Stupid thing. Luckily they didn't go far, mostly because Olive was so fat. They came back, tails wagging.
Mom wanted to get rid of him, so she took him running with her, hoping he would run off into the neighbor's yard. Yet he stayed by her side the whole way.
Our farrier came by a couple days later, and he must have noticed how special he was. He offered to take him home and train him, probably to see if us kids would forget about him in that time and he could have him. Mom and Dad probably knew this, and of course agreed. They paid him $400 for this "training" which was really just sit, stay, and housebreaking, but before he left, he wanted us to name him.
Doug was the name of the dog from UP, with his quote, "I have just met you, and I love you! Can I stay?" Nobody really liked that name, at least the adults didn't, but it stuck. My dad nicknamed him Dud, but a dud he was not.
He came back after a few weeks with a fancy collar. He pulled on the leash a bit, and I didn't like that so much. I actually had him where he would stop when I stopped, but his excitement would usually get the best of him.

He was a cow dog, and so naturally we had him help us work them. He wasn't very good at it. Most of the time he ran them towards us.... He also lost about three teeth to the cows kicking him.

Then, years later, Mum was out riding her horse with Doug and Olive when a pack of strays came out of the woods and circled them. Olive, being the retard she is, went straight up to one and sniffed it, and of course it jumped on her. Then Doug jumped in.
Mum and Olive got away, but Doug got tangled up in the fight until Dad and Owen came around with shotguns. All the other dogs left when they heard the four wheelers, but the dominant dog stayed... to chew on Doug's head.

The stray got shot and died within fifteen minutes. Doug suffered for three days.

That was the only dog I ever loved.

That is so sad! I'm so sorry :hugs

dis cat doe

When it zooms in on the cats face, it's like "when they ask you how you are, and you just have to say you're fine, though you're not fine, but you can never tell them because they would never understand" XD

Retard is still alive. I wanted to kill her when she left her buddy to die, but my parents wouldn't let me. Then to add insult to injury, she did something else. When we buried Doug, I guess we didn't get him deep enough because weeks later Olive tried to...
dig him up and eat him.

Oh no!
 
O_O dogs....

My parents always put a big stone over top of where they buried stuff because they didn't want the coyotes to dig it up.
when my favorite chicken got ripped apart under a tree by a raccoon little serious me wanted something to remember her by so I put a piece of red granite rock (red granite is what i want to use as my gravestone) and her best friends feather at her grave. The feather blew away and her rock got tossed away to mow the lawn. It wasnt close enough to the tree I suppose. (I even planted corn with one of her death under it because it was her favorite food.) Now if some chicken dies I cry for a couple hours and then am fine. If it is a chicken I like. If it is a chicken I hate, I just laugh evilly.
 
when my favorite chicken got ripped apart under a tree by a raccoon little serious me wanted something to remember her by so I put a piece of red granite rock (red granite is what i want to use as my gravestone) and her best friends feather at her grave. The feather blew away and her rock got tossed away to mow the lawn. It wasnt close enough to the tree I suppose. (I even planted corn with one of her death under it because it was her favorite food.) Now if some chicken dies I cry for a couple hours and then am fine. If it is a chicken I like. If it is a chicken I hate, I just laugh evilly.
I had to kill a chicken once. I was sad, but not a sick as I got when I killed a batch of eggs.
 
Retard is still alive. I wanted to kill her when she left her buddy to die, but my parents wouldn't let me. Then to add insult to injury, she did something else. When we buried Doug, I guess we didn't get him deep enough because weeks later Olive tried to...
dig him up and eat him.
When Scooby died my brother and dad dug his grave, and we were just about to bury him and we were all sad a depressed. Then there was Gus, completely oblivious to the fact that Scooby died and so he was frolicking around while the rest of us were crying. Thats when Gus came over to inspect the hole... HE LEGIT FELL IN AND COULDNT GET OUT
So we were crying and laughing hysterically as Gus tried to get his fat face out of the hole

But dang >->
You should kill her if you could
 
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I had to kill a chicken once. I was sad, but not a sick as I got when I killed a batch of eggs.
Aww thats sad. I have to help kill chickens, but it usually is if they are sick or an evil bent on revenge d'Anver. (Well actually it was because he was an extra rooster, but he was that too.)
 

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