What silly thong do your canines do that make you laugh?

One of mine runs to the top of the stairs ahead of me, then waits at the top of the stairs wagging her tail and snarling louder and louder as I get closer to te top. Once I am close enough and she can’t take the excitement any longer she chases her tail in a few circles, and, still snarling, starts doing rapid doughnuts around te living room furniture.

Another lays in her kennel with her muzzle poked throuh the bars… Doing this causes her lips to be raised up, showin all her teeth and her underbite while obscuring her eyes… So when you look at her all you see is teeth- and hair.

And then of course my bal obsessed boy who likes to hoard all his tennis balls in one location… Then push them around with his nose and paws until they fly across the room and he chases after them to wrangle them up again! Lol!

What do your dogs do?
Pardon my typos… I wrote this on my iPod…

He looks like king tut mummy with lipstick. why doesn’t his lips move when he talks. I turn the channel but his voice just lingers. creepy crap.

Sorry if its long When I was in middle school i had this Physical Ed coach who I assumed like looking at all of us in the shower. I caught him a few times looking at me but I never said anything, once I was late to get in the shower and I was the last one to get out, he came over to the showers and he said “turn off all the showers” I put my hand over myself and he said “why are you covering yourself, youre not a girl” I was a stupid 13 year old kid and took my hand away, [I felt odd since I was pretty late at going through puberty but at that time I was going through the changes] he stared at me down there until I turned them all off. It might have been my imagination or it might have been true, but I could swear I saw him smile and lick his lips.

Probably a month after that we were playing soccer and he threw the ball at me, but interestingly enough he aimed it at my crotch. The ball hit me and I fell down. After class he insisted on seeing me in his office, while everyone was gone, and he said “I need to check your testicles to make sure I didn’t hurt you, is there any swelling.” I told him “no im fine” but he insisted and pulled me close to the chair he was sitting in. he instructed me “take off your shorts and underwear so I can check” I hesitated and he didn’t even ask and pulled them down. He grabbed me and I flinched, he looked up and smiled and kept touching me. I don’t even know how but he sat me on the chair, spread my legs and fondled my penis. I was 13 and naturally I got an erection, when I did he stopped and said there was no damage. Since then I would feel extremely uncomfortable and would waste time so that the bell would ring and I would not have to shower [don’t worry it was my last period class so I wasn’t stinky the whole day]. About two weeks ago I ran into him at a bar and confronted him about it, the people he was with made a scene and threatened to call security to escort me out. I didn’t yell at him, I didn’t lie, I just told him how uncomfortable he made me feel and how I thought it really wasn’t right for him to do that to young boys. I feel a little stupid for some reason, the people at the bar made me feel like I was crazy. He got confrontational and denied it, and actually he was the one that started to yell. I obviously cant prove it to anybody, its too late now, but I felt ridiculous. It made me feel worse because the people litteraly must have thought I was crazy, the looks I got from the people at the bar and his friends was really bad.
EDIT: i dont mean to be rude but some of you are making me feel like it was my fault he did that to me, i didnt "entice" him, i didnt tell anybody because i was young and didnt know, it was a mistake but i am sure that its easy for people to just say "yeah you should have reported it", we were all young and innocent once. i was raised to treat adults with respect, i thought people wouldnt belive me.

So I went out with my best friend and her girlfriend to a gay bar last night and as I was checking out the go go dancers on stage this girl came up to me and asked if I was taken. I knew she was not my type right off the bat I said yes (I’m single by the way) so I walked away and started dancing with my friends then I notice this really beautiful girl. I went up to her and started a Conversation about the go go dancer’s and asked what she thought of them. I decided to ask where her girlfriend or boy friend was she pulled me close put her hands on my neck as she talked into my ear since there was loud music playing and said she’s single and that she did not like men that she was there with a few friends. I decided to go tip one of the go go boys so I walked away to get change and as I was doing that the girl that asked me if I was taken previously asked who I was there with. I pointed at the beautiful girl I had just met. (her name’s Frannkie ) tipped the go go boy and the dude had the nerve to kiss me on the lips (pervert!) lol I walked back to chat with frannkie and told her I had a girl stalker there and asked her if she would pretend to be my girlfriend she said "yeah" my friends went outside so after struggling for 10mins of trying to hear what she was saying (loud music) I grabbed her hand took her outside with me and pulled up chairs and sat down. She was sitting across from me and she put her legs between mine. We talked for about an hour it was mostly her talking. (We have a lot in common) She made me aware she had to use the restroom and she asked her best friend to go with her and she said I’ll be right back DON’T GO anywhere. I smiled at her and waited.She came back we talked some more she was really close to me and smiled a lot and told me she felt really comfortable with me. when it was time to go she said let me have your number and she text me right away and as we were both leaving the parking lot I told her to text me when she got hm and she did. So friendly or interested? Thanks!

To be more specific, she had a bite off of a fudge bar.

My mom was eating it this morning on the couch, and she didn’t know that chocolate was poisonous to dogs and so she gave my dog some. Just a little; perhaps a teaspoon full. My dog is a Maltese, about five pounds. She has whined a little today but it may be because she hurt her lips today. She’s lying on the chair next to mine, asleep. She’s slept a lot this evening and I’m kind of worried…

Help! No vet near me, and even if I were to find one my mom refuses to go to the vet if my dog doesn’t LOOK like she’s dying.

it all happened like this:
my mom left a huge bowl of fruits out one night, grapes, cantaloupe, honeydews, watermelons, and strawberries, i think, and when she came back into the kitchen, she said the bowl was empty and my dog was licking his lips. i guess he jumped up on the table.
that was yesterday, and now hes been farting all day (really strong smell), and had diarrhea with huge lumps of who knows what. i think the fruit hasn’t been digested properly , or something.
the first session was just a puddle of "stuff", and the last ones were just watery poop.
my dogs a 2 year old yorkie, and hes not energetic at all anymore, and just sleeps and walks real slow. i called my uncle who says he was a vet and says its just indigestion, and to feed him salt water to dry out his system a bit , and a banana to firm his stool.
i don’t know, that doesn’t sound right.
also, he usually whines and/or scratches at the back door to be let out when he has to "go", but now it seems as if he cant hold poop or urine and goes wherever.
my mom said we need to fix it soon or else he’ll have diarrhea a lot and get dehydrated.
HELP PLEASE!
its been 2 days since he ate the fruit, and now he seems much better. no diarrhea or anything.
i havent fed him yet though, because i read i shouldnt for 24 hours to let his system get rid of all the diarrhea.
do you think he’s better now?

I have known this girl for a little while, but not really hung out that much. She just got out of a long relationship and is already seeing another guy for the past month. The other night me, her, and two other of our mutual friends that are girls went out.

We went out to eat first and I can tell she is doing a little flirting with a couple of her comments when she says "there are a lot of guys here, but we are with the best looking one". Then the other two girls get up and go to the bathroom and she stays at the table with me and we talk the entire time they are gone. Then she asks me if I have ever tasted a certain type of beer and when I say no she says well I will buy one so you can taste it. Later she brings up a comment I made when we were hanging out 2 weeks earlier that was very funny.

After that we go to a bar and we are talking and she just all of a sudden says "do you have my phone number?". And she says anytime you need to stay where I live for work or anything else you can stay at my place. Later on we are just hanging out with a group of people and she hugs onto me and gives me a kiss on the cheek and starts rubbing on my back. As we are leaving the bar to go to another one and hugs onto me again and tells me I am very funny.

When we are going to the next bar and are waiting in line at the door she hugs up on me again and kisses me on the cheek but much closer to the lips this time and gives me that look. Then as we are going in the door they ask her if we were together, which we were not, and she says yes and pays my cover. When we get into the bar she moves over in her stool and tells me come sit there beside her. Once I sit down she starts rubbing on my lower back again. Then when the other two girls go out to the dance floor she stays back and hangs out with me. Then she we start dancing together and she is running her hands on my chest and back and then hugs onto me again and gives me another kiss on the cheek, but very close to the lips again.

Then the guy she is seeing right now comes in and she ends up going over to him and that was the end of it. I am very confused at what I need to do. I don’t know if this guy she is seeing is just sort of a rebound guy or if she is serious with him. I really do like this girl and don’t want to mess up any friendship we would have in the future. Any help would be great.

So my mom adopted this stray cat who just showed up on our ranch three months ago and would not leave. She was very very friendly with us and a beautiful cat. We found out a week ago that the cat has a major case of roundworm, at minimum, and possibly other similar parasidic diseases. She was likely eating birds and rodents before finding us. We first saw the worms on her backside and where unsure of what they were. We have never had cats. Then, we saw the worms moving in the cat’s stool and called a vet who diagnosed it as roundworm. Worm debris were likely inside the house since the cat was inside 80% of the time. Really Gross. Vet wasnt that helpful in explaing the risk to us. Anyhow, this cat would always be around us all day long, lick our hands, nap in our beds/pillows, kitchen areas etc. She would even lick my moms face and lips from time to time trying to wake her up when sleeping at night. Are we at risk for any illness or diseases (Zoonotic). If so, what should we do. This is sort of thing is freaking us out and we just had her vaccinated for the first time when bring her to vet two days ago (stupid to wait this long I know). Help please…

My mother clasped her hands together, “Well,” she walked over to the where I was seated and sat down at the stool next to me running her hands through my hair.I shifted uncomfortably away from her resenting the fact she had touched me. My father gave me a stern look and I just rolled my eyes in protest.

“Do you remember Joyce Maude down at the country club?” Her smiled never left her face which was really starting to creep me out.

This piqued my curiosity, “You mean the really mean woman who smells like cat food all of the time and never brushes her teeth?” My lips curled with disgust.

My father gripped the edge of the counter his knuckles baring white and said with a haughty tone, “Charlene, I don’t want to ever hear you say that again, okay, Mrs. Maude is a good person with a good heart who helps out in the community.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well it’s true,” I blurted out. “She never brushes her teeth and she always smells like cats!” I shuddered with horror.

I continued, “And she is really mean, remember the last time we were at the country club and you were playing in the golf tourney with Mr. Ripperton?”

My mother was glancing back and forth between the two of us smile beginning to fade when my father said, “Yes, I do, and she made sure that all of the money that was included into the tournament was to be donated to various charities.”
I grunted and mumbled under my breath, “She also made sure you faulted on the last hole with all of her excessive coughing when it was your turn to putt,” blood still boiling with anger as I remembered my father’s saddened expression that day while Mr. Ripperton celebrated yet another Ocean Shores Tourney Victory.

“She was also sick that day with the flu,” my father said with reassurance. “Yet, she still managed to show up and give support to the otherwise—“

“It was her husband!”

His eyebrows raised then he continued, “Charlene Dawson I would have expected more empathy from you.”

I stared down at the kitchen counter, cheeks burning with frustration.

My father softened his gaze and said in a quiet tone, “Mrs. Maude is a very fragile and sick old lady and she does everything she can to make sure that people in disadvantaged neighborhoods are given food to eat, money, clothes, and a multitude of other things they may need so they may live a better life. I do not know anybody else who does more for the community than Mrs. Maude.”

He paused while my mother repositioned herself in her stool.

He continued, “If there is any one person on this planet whom I look up to the most it is definitely Mrs. Maude. I only hope to be half the person she is.”

He let the last few words bury themselves in the eeriness of silence.

There was a long pause.

My mother glanced at both us and when she was sure our conversation had subsided she spoke, “Anyway, Mrs. Maude told me that she was in search of a few good enthusiastic young teenagers who were job-hunting this summer and I recommended Charlene to take up the position as one of the care-givers.”

I sat still with bated breath and brushed my bangs out of my eyes.

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Basically, I am moving really slow through my novel. I am introducing my characters first, so the action hasn’t really happened yet and wont’t til about 65 percent of the story is finished. Do you think I should implement more action scenes at an earlier time or is this fine?

Also, whaty do you think of this excerpt anyway?

18 male=]

I know I have a lot of years still ahead of me to grow and improve so I am taking my time with this writing thing and doing my best. This is actually the first novel I have ever begun to or plan on finishing to write. Based off of real people with slight characteristic tweaks=]

Now, in my opinion, I think this is horrible. I’m looking for ways to make it better. Don’t just tell me what’s wrong with it, but what I can do to improve it. That’s what I’m looking for. Thank You.

After using the stairs of a long, five-floor walk-up apartment, we finally arrived at door 513. My mother and I both dropped the bags at the door as she searched her pockets frantically for her keys. She was always the one to misplace things, especially important things. Thankfully, today was not one of those days, and she found them after about two minutes of looking.
Inside the apartment, it was not what I had been expecting in the least. “Wow,” crept out from my lips while I searched the high-arched ceilings, draped down from them hung white cloth and from the large window at the end of the room were flowers hanging from poles upholstered above them. It was early, and the sunlight reflected off the whole room, illuminating it. When I first stepped in, I was in the kitchen, but the whole apartment was an open space, except for two hallways, one on either side of the space. The kitchen was long and white tiles ran across the floor beneath my feet, on the left hand side were the refridgerater and other kitchen utilities, on the right was a nice set up table with four wooden chairs surrounding it, with a vase in the middle. No flowers were inside the long, violet colored vase. Past the kitchen was a wooden floored room, bright from the day, the sun reflected off the two long stretched couches on either side of the room surrounding a large television, a coffee table right in the middle. It was original, but it was homey. I felt comfortable here already. I took off my shoes and started down one of the hallways, the right.
“You’ve got a good sense of direction,” My mother snickered, I guessed I was headed the right way to my new room. I smiled at her, and turned, continuing my journey.
The room reeked of fresh paint. The walls were creamy with blue ribbons dancing through the middle. I inhaled the scent of rejuvenation, a sense of a new beginning. I finally had a chance to start over. I set down my bags that I had carried in from the front room by the queen-sized bed in the left corner of the room. Of course my mother had chosen this room for me, she knew me all too well. I opened the sliding glass door, it stuck and I had to budge it open. I told myself to set a reminder to oil it later tonight. The balcony was not large, but not miniature, it was exactly right. I lifted my hand to feel the wind graze it. There was nothing on the balcony except for a small, black stool to sit on, to smoke. I looked down at the trees coming halfway up the building, the busy streets crowded with cars and people walking on the sidewalks. I felt exhilarating as I imagined letting my hair down so Jesse could climb up and save me.
Ugh, sidetracked again. Jesse would not be the one to do that. Not then, not now, not ever. I sat on the stool and hung my head towards the ground. I shouldn’t delude myself, I thought. Steadily, I sat back up, determined to begin that new life, and walked back into the house. I examined my room more thoroughly. A mohogany dresser was positioned across from the large bed, and a nightstand right next to the bed. I spotted a walk-in closet on the side of the room that I had came in through, I peeked in. There were a few new pairs of blue jeans that Pam must have picked out for me, a welcome home present. I blushed at the gesture, then composed myself.
“Mom!” I yelled so she could hear me from the other room, “You really didn’t need to buy me anything. It’s enough letting me stay with you.”
She came into the room then, knowing that I had settled, “I wanted to, now don’t give me any grief for it.” She said while she put her hands around my waist. I hugged her, and tried to hide my tears by pressing my face into her shoulder.

Okay i saw my b/f in the lunch room and when i saw him up close the outer area of his lips were blue and i looked at his hands and they looked like hardly any blood was (circulating)(Spell)? through them, he was pale all over and had a slight fever he was shaking so bad like almost having a (sezier)(Spell)? he sad he felt kind of like throwing up and he said when he was walking down the hall to his kitchen he almost fell and almost fell off his stool while drinknig something, he felt real dizzy and tired……so tell me does anyone know what he might have. looking for serious answer’s.
he is only 16…

It don’t have a clear idea of where I’m going with this I just know its going to be a romance. Here’s part of the first chapter of my story. I need an opinion? I feel as if its too detailed. I’m 14 (almost 15) BTW.

It was a windy and gloomy Saturday afternoon. I was caught inside wiping down the unused counters. It was such a monotonous job, but it paid well enough for me to save up for a used car sold downtown. Crumbs and specs of food clung onto the surface of the tables. It was disgusting since I detested cleaning up food, actually, I despised cleaning in general.

I switched to the next table as I heard the store’s wind chimes jangle. I turned around to see our new customer. It was a young boy around my age, possibly one or two years older. My eyes examined him, starting from the bottom up. He had black and white checkered slip-on shoes and a pair of navy blue skinny jeans on. He also wore a large, dark grey and neon yellow sweater with a plaid design. The man was dressed in a plain black t-shirt with possibly a design in the top center. I couldn’t see since his sweater was zipped up more than half-way. He had a heart-shaped face, shapely lips, a normal-sized nose, and deep blue, far-seeing eyes that I found hard not to stare into, although, it was hard considering his chocolate-colored covered hair was mostly covering his eyes in a left, side bang direction.

The moment I snapped back to reality I gave off a fake smile and walked over to greet him,

“Hello, I am Kaori. May I direct you to a table, sir?” He just walked pass me and approached the bar where he planted himself on a stool. I thought to myself,

“That was pretty rude of him.” I decided to avoid him for his time being here.

**Sorry if the spelling, pucntion, grammar sucked. Sorry abou the spacing,
his chocolate-colored covered hair

**remove covered!!
oh and its past not pass.

Okay, so… I was at my grandmother’s house (I don’t see her often in real life), so we were sitting at the table in the kitchen, on the stools, my dad’s best friend’s son, well… I’ve never met in him in real life, nor have I talked to him in awhile.

All of a sudden, I look up and he wasn’t sitting there anymore, my best friend was. (I sort of have a crush on him. Oh, and he moved away in real life, so I don’t know if that has anything to do with it or not…)

So.. our legs were touching because we were sitting face-to-face and close together, and all of a sudden, I raise up in my stool, and reach over him, my hands were on his knees, I closed my eyes, as he did too, and I kissed him on the lips.

Then I woke up.
Anyone know what it means?

Serious answers only, please!
I didn’t ask you people what your opinion about dreams are in general! I asked what does this one mean! Just answer the question seriously and move on! Idiots…

Not planning on publishing. Just writing for enjoyment and want some feedback. This is like the first chapter I guess. Thanks!

It was the hour when shadows came out to play. The darkness swallowed the streets whole, and the only reason I knew where I was going was because I had been down this road too many times before. I kicked a can down the cracked sidewalk and heard its ring echo off the tall black buildings that surrounded me.

I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from my jacket and tried to read the scribble that was on it. Dan was an idiot. I must have told him at least a 100 times before that I couldn’t read this chicken-scratch he passed for writing. Last week I had even gone to the wrong place, and that was one experience I didn’t want to go through again. “Evans Avenue” I whispered to myself. Damn. This was going to be harder than last time. By now I had caught up to the can that I had kicked before. I looked down at it and gave it one last heave. It rattled its way down the block before it was lost in the darkness. I stared down that alleyway one last time, and then sidestepped into the bar.

The bell rang when I walked in, but I didn’t look up to see if anyone noticed. I walked up to one of the barstools and sat down. “What’ll ya’ have?” I began to raise my head but caught myself before I could catch his gaze. “Just a beer”. The bartender passed me a mug and I drank deeply. I wiped the foam off my lips and raised the collars of my jacket; then I slowly began to look around.

The place was a dump, it didn’t take too long to recognize that. It was a medium sized hole in the wall crammed with too many tables and chairs, management’s way of trying to get more customers. The walls were full of holes and there was garbage stamped out into the floor. The place reeked of liquor and filth. I raised my glass and took another mouthful. Someone talking caught my attention and I turned my head to the small television in the corner. “…the government is currently working hard on an antidote and requests the cooperation of all citizens. In these times we must…”. “Cooperation, as if” I thought cynically.

“Hey, you want another beer?” I looked at my half-empty glass, beads of perspiration trickling down its surface. “You know what I’m here for, I’m not waiting any longer”. There was a moment of silence, then I heard him whisper “Come with me”. Some guy brushed past me and I immediately put my hands over my pocket. No point taking chances. We walked around back to a door that was hidden from plain view. The bartender took out a key and unlocked it, then held it open for me. I walked in with my eyes lowered and quickly counted four men. I took a seat at the end of a small table and smirked in spite of myself. For once Dan was wrong, he had said there would be a hell of a lot more than four.

“Damnit” I thought. One of them had seen me smirk and I already knew what was coming. “This guy’s been selling to us for months boss and we still don’t know squat about him!” Another man’s hands slammed down on the table, “Shut up. We’ve discussed this before”. I waited for them to address me. “I apologize for my dogs” he sneered. “They sometimes need to be reprimanded”. “No problem” I replied. “So I believe you have something for us today, correct?” I pulled out a parcel and through it on the table. I could hear them begin panting in excitement. It had probably been awhile since they had a fix. Interesting I thought, considering these guys were supposed to be well connected.

One of the men began to reach for the parcel but his hand was stopped by the other guy in charge. “No Bill” he said in an assertive tone. I saw him shift his body toward me, “Because we don’t do that here”. I smile internally and reply “money”. “Aw come on boss, he ain’t no cop. You was right!” says the man named Bill with an apparent change in attitude towards me. The man in charge looks at him again, “I said shut u-“. He cut off for some reason. I look up slightly and my heart immediately begins to pound, Bill has a gun pointed to him. “No how about you shut up for once. I’m sick of waiting. You promised us the goods 3 times a week and now we barely get it once a month! It’s cuz’ you’re all hording it fer yo’self and I’m sick of it!” Bill was over the top, it was clear to tell hearing his voice. “Bill, you dare point a gun at me! Need I remind you who I am!” the man in charge whispers dangerously getting up as he does so. I hear Bill laugh a little maniacally “You ain’t shit boss. That won’t pass anymore”. I hear the trigger click before it’s pulled. I try not to flinch when his body thumps on the floor.

The numbers down to three. “And you!” Bill snarls obviously referring to me and I look up for the first time all night. I see a man that is not man, but something else. I see his dark grey skin and bloodshot eyes. His nails are long and black wit

My son has flapped his hands/arms when he’s excited for two years now. In the past month it has progressed to the point where he’s doing it a hundred times a day. He is also suddenly afraid to swim (been swimming since he was 2), have his hair rinsed with a cup in the bathtub, sit on our barstools or anything that puts his feet off the ground. He was never afraid or resistant to any of these things before. He has a lot of tics too like constantly licking his lips and running his hands through his hair. He has always had good speech and communication skills, he’s very affectionate and social and has always been above average on his development but his recent behaviors are really worrying me. Does anyone have any advice on this? Thanks!
I have an appt. with my son’s pediatrician and am taking steps to have him evaluated at his preschool. The changes have occurred gradually over the past 3-6 months. He has flapped his hands when excited since just before he turned 3 but recently it’s increased to several times a day. It has never been questioned by a caregiver and is obvious he only does it when excited which according to my pediatrician is NOT a sign of autism. She said she would be concerned if he seemed to “stim” for no reason but he only does it when he’s excited or very happy about something. A friend suggested Sensory Processing Disorder which would explain why a child who has always loved baths including having his head wet would suddenly hate it. Same for the heights and hating the barstools now. He was never bothered by them before. He does make eye contact and is very interactive with other children and adults.