My Dog Gets HIGH
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luv2grow
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I think I just pissed my pants laughing when I saw this. Its awesomeThis is Harley AKA "the baby" He just finished chowing down on his own personal weed stash in the back yard. He loves his catnip and he's high as hell, just look at his eyes.
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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary.....
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
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 - Lunch! 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 - Milk Bones! 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!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...
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 what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
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 has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating 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................
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
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 - Lunch! 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 - Milk Bones! 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!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...
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 what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
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 has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating 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................
NewGrowth
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That one really made me laugh. That's why I'm a dog person
frusciantecedricomar1
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I agree. I have always had cats and dogs at the same time. Some of them have been hilarious to watch at times.
At one time I had a 125-pound Golden Retriever and a 25-pound cat. The cat loved the dog and would curl up on the dogs big fluffy tail and sleep. They were great pals.
Others, like ones I have now, are like insane or something. They are pals but my cat is, well unusual. I often watch him do the stupidest stuff and then ask him if he suffered from oxygen depravation during birth.
He will play-attack the dogs and chase them all over and when its over usually one of the dogs will lick and lick the cat cleaning it. Other times the dogs will play-attack the cat and he acts all frightened even though hes not and other times he chases them, and he will race around like mad and end up climbing somewhere high, like on top of the curtains, but then the moron will do a high dive from up there and pounce on one of the dogs and then theyre off to the races again.
Eventually they will all curl up and sleep, sometimes on the bed with me which is always a real treat to be gassed out by two dogs and a cat all at the same time.
I have had many dogs and many cats and while in each type of animal they will all naturally share some characteristics still each one has been very unique from the rest and had a personality all their own.
I had another large cat, not as large as the 25-pound one but not far behind, and he thought he was a tiger or something. He would race out of no where and dive at my thighs or waist and play-attack me and it seemed as if he was actually trying to bring me down, or thought he could bring me down, like I was his prey.
Being large and rather crazy-wild he managed to slam into things and knock things down and break lamps and stuff. Because of how big he was and how destructive he was I named him Catzilla.
Sometimes my animals will go a good while without a real name. I cant just pick a name, they have to earn a name, they have to do something that reminds me of something or someone.
That is how one of my present dogs got the name Wild Bill after "Wild Bill" Guarnere from Easy Company, 101st Airborne Division in WWII.
When he was just a pup a neighbors 135-pound Malamute tried to bully him and rather than back down he dove at the massive dogs face and took a hunk out of the Malamutes nose.
The Malamute just stood there with a shocked look on its face like what in the world can that little dog be thinking, I take dumps as big as it is, but the Malamute backed down and never bullied Wild Bill again. As soon as I saw that I thought that little dog is all balls and from then on he was Wild Bill.
Sunnysideup
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My dogs hate smoke. Now, my parrot is another story! If he sees you going for the bong he will start screaming. If he is out of his cage he will run over and stick his head in the bong, he loves it. He likes to eat it too....silly animals!
kiddcuruption
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my dog love to smoke but she doesnt like to get to high, she only will take a hit or two then she goes and lays down.
highagain420
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dude our dog comes in every time we blaze no joke she will come in and sit by whoever has the pipe she will stay in rotation untill she is so gone she will just lay on her back zoned out...and she does this willing.. you dont have to hold her face to blow it at her shes on top of every hit..crazy reffer pup!!!!!!!!
dray86man
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Dude, only a stoner would think that dog is flying....not really i'm only joking, but he can fly! look
dray86man
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Oh, shit, I'd pay real money to see some crazy parrot scream every time I made a move for the bong.
The Outdoorsman
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Must have fucked him up pretty good, congratulations.
The Outdoorsman
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You're a piece of shit and I hope your dog finds a new home.
