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those are some pretty fucked up links 
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Teenage Girl Buries Aunt Alive for Selling Dog to Barbecue Shop
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What I want to know is did they use a vinager base sauce or a or did they put the dog in a smoker?
Dinner Bell!!!
Dinner Bell!!!
time for chow everyone!
After dinner cocktail?
Dinner Bell!!!
time for chow everyone!
After dinner cocktail?
LMFAO, I clicked that, to funny dude
It hurts just to watch that.
It hurts just to watch that.
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thats some crazy shit in those links...
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saix said:
the girl probably paid more for her dog than she did for her aunt
ok gimme a rimshot 
saix said:
Material value versus actual value is a bitch. To the girl the dog had obviously a lot of sentimental value. And its russia. Nothings worth $800. Not even the Aunt. I believe it was also russia that massacred about 50,000 dogs to prevent the spread of rabies.
Anybody that trades a life for a fucking drink is a piece of shit, plain and simple. Would it have been more justified to bury her alive if it was a human life, and not an animal one?
The most animals we had in our home (not including our farm in the '80s) at once was from '95 til we moved in '99. We had 6 cats (Chloe, Pooh, Callie, Sophie, Charlie and Sam) 2 dogs (Amber and Rusty) 2 hampsters (Brownie and Bart) a cockatiel (Nicky) a lovebird (Hobie) a conure (Marty) 4 parakeets (the Bee Gees) 4 finches (the Barbershop Quartet) and 2 tanks of fish (est. 20-30 fish)
Now, we have 3 cats (Pooh) a bird (Chuckie, a.k.a Peckerhead) and a dog (Ed)
If ANYONE at any point ever thought they could sell or trade ANY of my animals for a fucking bottle of booze, I'd kill them with my bare hands. No animal, big or small, is any less valuable than a human life.
The most animals we had in our home (not including our farm in the '80s) at once was from '95 til we moved in '99. We had 6 cats (Chloe, Pooh, Callie, Sophie, Charlie and Sam) 2 dogs (Amber and Rusty) 2 hampsters (Brownie and Bart) a cockatiel (Nicky) a lovebird (Hobie) a conure (Marty) 4 parakeets (the Bee Gees) 4 finches (the Barbershop Quartet) and 2 tanks of fish (est. 20-30 fish)
Now, we have 3 cats (Pooh) a bird (Chuckie, a.k.a Peckerhead) and a dog (Ed)
If ANYONE at any point ever thought they could sell or trade ANY of my animals for a fucking bottle of booze, I'd kill them with my bare hands. No animal, big or small, is any less valuable than a human life.
Recently? That was China, and it was closer to 500,000.
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nikijad, what did you do with your pets you couldnt keep when you moved? i want a cat but i want it to be safe if for some reason i have to let it go. is there a way to guarantee the animal stays safe? i dont want to give it to a shelter and have it be put to sleep. maybe pay someone to take it? 
naga_sadu said:
St0n3r said:nikijad, what did you do with your pets you couldnt keep when you moved? i want a cat but i want it to be safe if for some reason i have to let it go. is there a way to guarantee the animal stays safe? i dont want to give it to a shelter and have it be put to sleep. maybe pay someone to take it?
Amber (dog) and Marty (conure bird) were my grandma's, she took them with her when she moved to her apartment. Both of them have since died, and she has a new dog and bird.
Nicky (cockatiel) had died suddenly while we were packing a few months earlier.
Chloe and Pooh moved with us, and Sam was supposed to, also, but he managed to get loose in the house (someone went in the bathroom) while we were moving shit into the moving van, and we never saw him again.
Callie was given to an elderly neighbor up the street, and Sophie and Charlie went to a family a few blocks over with the parakeets and finches.
Rusty, being an elderly dog anyway, went to an eldery couple a block over.
The fish went to another elderly neighbor, and My younger brother decided he wanted to stay in that hole town, and moved in with my dad (when they still lived down here, they live near Detroit now) and took the hampsters with him.
We had to make the decision to give away our animals because my brother and his wife and my mom and I moved in together, and my brother and his wife already had 2 cats, and since they were the ones shelling out the move-in money, asked that we only keep a maximum of 3 animals. It was very hard to get used to having a much quieter house, but we trusted who they all went to, and that kind of took the edge off a little more than giving them up to strangers.
I still wonder what happened to Sam....
And if you ever get an animal and down the line need to give it up, look for NO-KILL SHELTERS. In my area, there's a feline shelter, St. Francis Animal Rescue--they're a no-kill shelter, they won't kill a cat because no one wants it, they only euthanize cats in irreperably (sp?) poor health--i.e dying, too sick to get better, too injured to help. That's where my cat, Abbie, came from. Hard to imagine when they got Abbie, she was emmaciated (sp?...fuckin' tired) kitten with a severe flea infestation. The staff also suspected possible physical abuse...
She sat in the shelter til she was a little over a year old, and "on display" during an adoption event at a local pet store. We put Chloe down a year and a half earlier (feline lymphoma) and only had Pooh left, and decided it was time to find him a new buddy....We kept coming across cats with "does not like dogs" and "does not get along with other cats" warnings. We went in one afternoon after they rotated their animals "on display" and were looking at another cat, a younger kitten, 5 or 6 months old, playing through the cage wire with it, and we noticed Abbie in her cage, sitting in the back corner looking actually quite....sad. We asked the staff to let her out, and she perked up, sat on our laps, licked us, and we decided, "Ok, this is our cat. There's just something about her..."
A few months later, I heard this god awful noise out side one night. Long story short, we found Wily up a tree hollering his ass off in the middle of an ice cold winter squall. Took us almost an hour to coax the poor guy out of the tree, and wrapped his soaking wet butt up in a towel...He spent most of the night hollering, until I put him under the bedsheets to warm him up, in hops of him going to sleep. Yes, I made sure he didn't have fleas first--he didn't have any. Sure enough, after about 10 minutes of sitting under the sheets squawking, he suddenly shut up and passed out---for 14 hours straight. I know who's cat he was, but they'd moved out that day, and never came back to look for him. Took his litter sibling they had, but never came for him.
Mr. Nikijad had "decided" we weren't going to keep him, but no one ever called a shelter to come get him. For a cat he said we weren't going to keep, they're pretty good buddies
He also gets his balls snipped next week. We were supposed to do that last week, but it was a tight pay week, so it was pushed back 2 weeks. This week was a tight pay week, too, but it was expected, Mr. Nikijad was given (i.e his company decided to give him time off, no arguments) a couple of days off that equated to a shorter check. The previous week, he was sicker than shit (flu) Next week, since the appointment's already made, I'm either going to get a ride from my mom's best friend, or I'm going to have to take a cab to the vet. One way or the other, he's going.
I am having hamburgers for lunch.
I wonder if the people that sell beef ever use their profits to buy a drink?
Dogs are food in many cultures. Hindus in India would likely have an adverse reaction if served my lunch. Personally I'd rather have a pet cow than a pet dog.
I wonder if the people that sell beef ever use their profits to buy a drink?
Dogs are food in many cultures. Hindus in India would likely have an adverse reaction if served my lunch. Personally I'd rather have a pet cow than a pet dog.
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I'm sure there are hundreds of millions of Hindu's who wold become physically nauseous if they had just watched me eat those juicy, so rare I swear they moo'd cheeseburgers i just polished off.
I suppose I should have qualified by saying 'many Hindus...'
I am a lifetime member of PETA - People that Eat Tasty Animals
I suppose I should have qualified by saying 'many Hindus...'
I am a lifetime member of PETA - People that Eat Tasty Animals
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ditto, I love tasty animals, usually the rarer the better in the case of cow.
but, what does any of that have to do with pets?
pets are not raised from day 1 for slaughter. meat animals are. pets are built up with love and support and encouragement into thinking, feeling beings. meat animals aren't.
yes, I love to eat meat, so does my dog. where were you going with this anyhow?
but, what does any of that have to do with pets?
pets are not raised from day 1 for slaughter. meat animals are. pets are built up with love and support and encouragement into thinking, feeling beings. meat animals aren't.
yes, I love to eat meat, so does my dog. where were you going with this anyhow?
