I am having German Sheppard male dog. Name is my dog is Simba. We selected this name after watching movie lion king. My dog has real killer instincts. The people who pass by side of my dog get really afraid. My dog loves hide and seek game. In this game I just hide somewhere and my dog finds me, I really have fun in this game. While choosing dog I preferred twenty-one nail dogs. This is because 21 nails dog is considered as lucky dog. We have big farm house, at night my dog takes care of my farm house. My dog is really friendly with home people, so we take lot of care; the care of dog is regarding his food and walk 3 times a day. When my dog is with me that time I don’t tie him with chain. But when the dog is with servant, that time I tie his chain to a fancy dog collar and hand him to the servant.
Email rocks. It could potentially bring back the lost art of letter writing, if people would slow down enough to enjoy it. I use Yahoo! It’s free, it’s easy (even for someone as technically challenged as me,) and the layout is really user friendly. I could have email through my internet service provider, but that would require me to use the email program installed on my computer. Which is NOT as easy to use, and in the past, often got “stuck” and froze my system. The last time I tried setting up an email account through my service provider, it took four hours and I wound up cussing worse than a sailor. Yahoo works for me. Nothing like the old adage of “KISS”- Keep It Simple, Stupid!
My sister and I were recently recounting dates we had been on, before meeting our respective husbands. She had some hair raisers to be sure, but I think this one of mine might have left her shaking her head a bit. In my early twenties, I was invited to dinner and an event by a man I knew only peripherally. In all honesty, I was a bit apprehensive about the idea, but was confident in my ability to bail out should the need arise. The need arose, as I was to soon find out. He asked me to pick him up, stating he did not drive. (Warning bell number one.) When I picked him up, he was wearing some sort of robe and open toed sandals, and had a spaced out look in his eye. (Warning bell number two.) I asked where we were going, and he directed me to a “spiritual center”, where there was a “meeting” going on with a well-known “Ashram”. (Warning bell number three.) During the drive, he “lectured” me about my driving, my lifestyle, my dress, and asked my religion and several other personal questions. On our arrival, he made me place my shoes in a certain manner outside the door, and I had to wear this robe thingy draped over my slacks and blouse. When the dinner was brought out, and I saw the rather odd assortment of ofal and spicy cuisine from a foreign land, I bailed. I made up an excuse and took off running. It was just plain weird, and I never accepted an invitation from a stranger ever again. (I met my husband at a hoof care conference! Much safer!)
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