I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC
What and you don't hear conutry music at the words "West Texas?"
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
Seriously - I am a cat owner, no experience with dogs outside a few dog sitting gigs, but what about bad smells? I was just googling around cause this interested me, and found scent repellents against dogs like citrus peels and chili, dribbled on cotton balls or some such, and left where the dogs frequent. I got a rabbit to leave a door alone once with Chinese mustard. Dumb idea?
I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC
Each time hubby goes to the Lone Star state, I ask for a pecan pie. Reminds me of gathering pecans as a kid off the sidewalks in Killeen for nuthin' except the energy to walk there and the brainpower to not forget a bucket. Don't usually get one, though, although I did once...! Man, somebody ought to Primalize pecan pie.
I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC
Sub Doc- I would, but they'd buy two more to replace the one. That's what they did when one of the Pomeranians died: bought another Pomeranian and a dalmatian. I can't kill it outright, I hafta let them think it died of "natural causes."
Crabb- They aren't actually on my property. The front gate to the neighbor's yard is not even 5' from our master bedroom window, and they stand at the gate and bark at everything, living, dead, and indifferent, that happens by. It's because they've never been trained and are bored out of their skulls. The owners have provided them NOTHING to keep them busy: no toys, no grass, caliche yard. So, in order to not be bored, they bark. And bark. And bark. THese dogs are not completely stupid. I've managed to train them to fear the sound of my screen door slamming. THey just need something to keep them busy. I might buy a few cheap lengths of rope, knot them up and toss 'em over the fence, to see if my theory of boredom is right.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome