Pompano
Elite Nomad
Posts: 8194
Registered: 11-14-2004
Location: Bay of Conception and Up North
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Mood: Optimistic
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"Tripod"
Great pooch..does not know about the missing leg...nor cares, it seems.
I do what the voices in my tackle box tell me.
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BajaRat
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Posts: 1303
Registered: 3-2-2010
Location: SW Four Corners / Bahia Asuncion BCS
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Mood: Ready for some salt water with my Tecate
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Whats the story?
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mulegemichael
Super Nomad
Posts: 2310
Registered: 12-24-2007
Location: sequim,wa. and mulege
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Mood: up on step
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he met a car he didn't like..quite a few pooches like that here in mulege and i don't think it's genetics.
dyslexia is never having to say you\'re yrros.
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Gypsy Jan
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Registered: 1-27-2004
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Mood: Depends on which way the wind is blowing
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Somebody Loves Him
He was taken to a vet, his leg was amputated and the wound is healed.
He looks healthy and happy with his life.
Dogs live by example and we would all do better if we would pay attention.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow mindedness.”
—Mark Twain
\"La vida es dura, el corazon es puro, y cantamos hasta la madrugada.” (Life is hard, the heart is pure and we sing until dawn.)
—Kirsty MacColl, Mambo de la Luna
\"Alea iacta est.\"
—Julius Caesar
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Pompano
Elite Nomad
Posts: 8194
Registered: 11-14-2004
Location: Bay of Conception and Up North
Member Is Offline
Mood: Optimistic
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This is a Playa Naranjos pooch. Happy as a clam, and despite the missing leg, has many talents.
I was just talking with her the other day...and she told me this great animal joke:
A precious little girl walks into a Pets Mart Shop and asks, in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you
keep widdle wabbits?"
As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and
fuwwy, bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?"
She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice,
"I don't think my python weally gives a thit !!"
I do what the voices in my tackle box tell me.
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