BEHOLD THE JEW DOG

HALP

this is teh defendent!


his children ;_;


crime scene


YAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

looks like every dog...
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gets its day
YAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

neighbors say, "i never knew...he seemed like a nice family man, you'd never know what was going on. i feel so guilty that i didn't recognize the warning signs."

Attack of the Pugs, Coming to a Neighborhood Near You

I like some pugs, but I was recently dating a girl with a pug and I HATED this f*cking stupid awful animal. I think it mainly had to do with the fact that she never punished it for bad behavior - but I immediately thought, this will never be the mother of my children (not that we were very serious or anything, but still). I knew another girl with a similarly haughty and ill-mannered pug.

shit's been crazy, my roomie FINALLY moved out...

...but he left the shit box over flowing with Chocolate Pup treats. Here is how the move went. I wake up at 9am to banging on my door and an 18 wheeler parked in my street. I don't even remember how I got home so I'm already confused. I wake up Rich to tell him the movers are here and go back to bed. Rich did not pack mind you. Anyways I wake up like 8 hours later and the movers are gone and Rich is passed out on the floor. He doesn't really remember them coming or going. Turns out they loaded down the semi with a bed, TV and computer desk. At this point I see that I am royally fucked so i start telling him to separate everything he wants and doesn't want into 2 piles and I'll handle it. So he goes back to sleep and wakes up at midnight and puts the cat and dog in the car along with his computer and drives 9 hours in the storm of the century. No separating. Now I'm sitting here with all his clothes, dishes, books, old CPU's, his 1975 furniture that took up the whole attic, A FUCKING SAFE, Tiki he DOES have one of your guitars be the way which if I had known I'd be Eddie Van Halen by now with all the free time I had. He even left the washer full of wet clothes. There is mud everywhere from the movers and rain. This place is ravaged. Where his bed used to be the light fixture from the ceiling is smashed on the floor in a thousand pieces. The only good thing that happened is the junk people came by and took away the couches. But under those the hardwood floor is ruined. It's also ruined under his computer desk and bed. So far I have 9 black outdoor trash bags filled with his junk which I just had to bring back in because they are blowing down the street. Supposedly he is coming back next weekend for his clothes.

Fw: [SoftCoatedWheatens] OT: DOGS and CATS FUNNY

The Dog

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat-

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the
other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although
I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must
eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this
means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe. For now...