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Mon Dec 21
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12/05/08
Also, on the less heartbreaking elements of this video: is that Boards of Canada in the background? if yes, props to Chilean(?) news channel
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Or they'll stand over me and protect me until help arrives.
Mollie and Rosie are very brave.
This is a good way to pass to a boring afternoon.
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I up the ante with a video of my pup:
I miss her. I'm currently out of country and can't see her.
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My heart-rate spikes momentarily when I see animals on the side of the road.
It's so unfair.
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You want to see me fall into a pile of tears and agony? Show me a dog in pain.
You want to see me fly up into a fist of rage and terror? Show me an owner beating his dog.
(I swear to God, I would ASSAULT that man in the worst way - no matter his size - and I would proudly go to jail afterwards.)
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I'll be a mess if I actually watched the video itself.
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In fact he was just walking over there, the other day, looking around. He misses his friend.
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My oldest dog died of old age and cancer last year, and the other puppy went insane with grief and confusion. The older dog spent most of her days sitting on an ottoman in the den, and after she died the other dog would constantly go up to it, lay on it, smell it, or sit and wait expectantly. One day I came home and she had torn through the cushion, ripped out all the stuffing and was sitting inside of it whining. I think she was looking for the other dog. It was awful.
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I can't even imagine how sad it would be to deal with having another dog going through that same pain. sad.
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BIG HUGS.
I need something with sugar.