|12-11-2008 01:40 PM|
|TommyFTR||i've seen this before and it's still funny as hell. I'm a huge dog person, i love my boxer more than I like most people. LOL|
|12-11-2008 11:25 AM|
If we were to put one of those on Benny... OMG!
You know those cheesy Sci-Fi pictures where the camera crew gets eaten by a Sabre Tooth Tiger? Yeah, the footage would look like that. A lot of sudden camera movements followed by a couple huge steely toothed noshes at the camera. Then, snow. Or maybe the old style test pattern with the Indian.
|12-11-2008 10:30 AM|
Speaking of a pet's point of view..... Seen This?
The Gadget: The Uncle Milton Pet's Eye View cam is a low-res interval-timed camera designed to clip to the collar of a dog or cat, under the assumption your pet's life has some vaguely interesting non-eating/sleeping/pooing component.
The Price: $40
|12-10-2008 11:18 PM|
I hate cats.
Am allergic to them 2.I go to my Son's house and one of his cats thinks it is a dog, and is loving on me. (i'm thinking punt!) What am I supposed to do!?!
BTW, my dogs have the same favorite things! Dogs rule!
|12-10-2008 07:00 PM|
|distortedtj||Funny stuff and probally true.|
|12-10-2008 05:45 PM|
|12-10-2008 05:38 PM|
|jgano23||OMFG, that is awesome! that was so fricken hilarious, and so true. you have hit the nail on the head with how dogs and cats view the world and situations.|
|12-10-2008 04:59 PM|
Dogs and Cats POV
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 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.