Love this. Dogs are better protectors than some people I know.
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What's really impressive is that the dog came in later by itself to price match on a flyer.
I would be losing my mind if I saw that
Thats one good boy.
We used to have a customer that trained her dog to carry her deposit bag into the bank and put it on the counter. He would wait as we processed the transaction, eat a a treat (we have them behind the counter for him), then take the bag back off the counter. He was the sweetest Golden!
In training to be an auto mechanic seeing eye dog.
Yap yer diff is forked and you need more treats in the breakroom. I'm gonna need more pets if I'm gonna continue working for this establishment.
"Hey neighbor, can we borrow some peanut butter, please?"
"Hello, do you have a moment to talk about Dog?"
As someone who lived with alpacas for a while, there's like a 50/50 chance it's about to spit in her face.
The cartoon girl needs to shushhh the alpaca
Probably. If this were a gif instead of a picture, it'd likely belong on a different subreddit.
Little girl in the photo looks a lot more pissed than the one in the cartoon.
I don't know if i would awwing or freaking the fuck out if i saw this
What a good boy, Sherperding your cart
I guess it's terrawwwfying.
The gif and the thread title also work if you assume they are at a grocery store for dogs and that's his service human.
He's got two speeds: chill and awesome.
"MOVE. BEACH. GET OUT DA WAY!"
An egg timer set him off.
Meh, idgaf if its a repost.
One of the most adorable and sweetest things in the world is an old goldie.
They are wearing the same colour. This just warm my heart. Thank you OP
They live their whole lives trying to please you. Warms my heart when you see owners spending their life doing the same back.
My one year old goldie sleeps by me, follows me around everywhere and always tries to please.
He's my world too :)
If you have a goldie eventually you will be wearing the same thing as them anyway.
source: have goldie X and I rarely wear black. The hair .... omg the hair.
OH MY GOD I LIVE FOR POINTY CHRISTMAS TREE TAILS
I forget the exact word, but in German, there is a word that means 'bumper car kittens' that mean specifically this thing.
Nugget the legend.
I was just about to comment about this. IIRC, the word is autodrom-katzerl.
I love how cranky she looks in both photos.
You should frame this picture next to the old one
When I was young, we had a cat, CJ, who liked a spot just like that because the layout of the furniture generally meant people would walk near her and she's whack you on the head as you walked by.
Friends who were new to the house would ask why I twisted my neck when I walked to the front door. Let's just say they found out on their own. '
God, I haven't thought of her in decades. She was a lovable old cranky moggy.
A cow charged at me and knocked me out of a hammock once. I was reading a book and absent-mindedly scratching her head when I got to an intense part and was distracted from my scratching duties. She did not like that one bit... We were cool again the minute I went back to giving her rubs though.
My family raised and showed cows when I was younger, and we had this one show heifer named Freckles, she was a Hereford that had a bunch of red specks on her white face. But she didn't ween well and we had to hand feed her for a while and she became very spoiled because of it. She loved the show cow life, she was one of the best behaving show heifers I ever had, and she became an even sweeter mama cow. She would always be the first cow up for her scratches and she would follow and pester you for more scratches. She more then once nursed other cows calves when their mama's would abandoned them. We kept Freckles even after she became infertile she was so sweet and such a big part of our lives. She lived to be 13. She was a good ole cow.
I always end up laughing when someone says pupper, because it means boobs in Norwegian. Now you will too!
The best girlfriend I ever had was a farm girl from Kansas. She told me about a calf her daddy gave her when she was nine. She named it Silver Streak. She bottle fed the animal, taught it some simple tricks, and it became her playmate. She dressed it up in hats and various articles of clothing. It followed her around like a puppy. When Silver Streak was about a year old she entered him in the county fair and won the top prize, a blue ribbon. She told me she was so proud of her calf taking first place.
I asked her if she then kept Silver Streak for the rest of its life. She gave me a surprised look and said matter of factly, "Oh no. We ate it." I was horrified. "You ATE Silver Streak?!"
She looked at me like I was stupid. "Well, yeah," she shrugged. "It was a cow."
Farm chicks are different.