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2021-11-07 8:14:36 PM  
Someone's getting hen pecked
 
2021-11-07 8:15:27 PM  
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2021-11-07 8:16:33 PM  
Well it was a Pure Bread, just not a dog.
 
2021-11-07 8:26:54 PM  
Close enough...

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2021-11-07 8:27:38 PM  
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2021-11-07 8:27:54 PM  

stuffy: Well it was a Pure Bread, just not a dog.


What a pure bread might look like:

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2021-11-07 8:35:28 PM  
It might have been easier to catch if it was named walk-walk, Great job, team
 
2021-11-07 8:37:11 PM  
The former owner apparently doesn't care. She has no fox to give anymore.
 
2021-11-07 8:39:00 PM  

Excelsior: stuffy: Well it was a Pure Bread, just not a dog.

What a pure bread might look like:

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Also pure bread
 
2021-11-07 8:42:13 PM  
Fair and balanced.
 
2021-11-07 8:43:59 PM  
 
2021-11-07 8:47:52 PM  
Run Run ran away from home a few days ago and ecological police and officials of the state National Forest and Wildlife Service (SERFOR) are now looking for him to take him to a special centre or zoo.

Yeah right. "Special Center"
 
2021-11-07 8:53:30 PM  

jaivirtualcard: Run Run ran away from home a few days ago and ecological police and officials of the state National Forest and Wildlife Service (SERFOR) are now looking for him to take him to a special centre or zoo.

Yeah right. "Special Center"


well they can't use the r word.
 
2021-11-07 8:56:14 PM  
Fox in Peru, what'll you do
When they find out who you are
Cuz the word out on the street is you're a doggie
Listen to your crazy bark
It isn't quite a woof
Is that why you're aloof

What can they do anyway
You'll eat another duck
What can they do anyway
You'll eat another duck tonight

Boy in Peru, what'll you do
Now your dog is now a fox
Can't just put it in a box and then return it
Even with a receipt
That isn't how it works
When buying pets from jerks

Gotta move on anyway
Good thing you weren't bit
Gotta move on anyway
You'll eat another duck tonight
 
2021-11-07 8:57:08 PM  
Run Run showed a real passion for chasing and killing ducks and chickens in a move that angered the local community.

* Pulitzer button *
 
2021-11-07 8:59:24 PM  
Mott the Hoople, Foxy, foxy, Single 1974
Youtube GC8rRIE8LRw
 
2021-11-07 9:09:31 PM  
What does the fox say?

"Om nom nom / nom nom nah nom / nom nom nom nom nah nom"
 
2021-11-07 9:21:24 PM  

Billy Liar: [Youtube-video https://www.youtube.com/embed/GC8rRIE8LRw]


FarkaDark: Excelsior: stuffy: Well it was a Pure Bread, just not a dog.

What a pure bread might look like:

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Also pure bread


Brian Connolly's ghost does not approve.
 
2021-11-07 9:26:02 PM  
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2021-11-07 9:28:30 PM  
Here's a book that farked me up as a kid:
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I've heard the Disney version isn't completely soul-destroying, but I've never been able to bring myself to watch it.
 
2021-11-07 9:31:03 PM  

gonegirl: Here's a book that farked me up as a kid:
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I've heard the Disney version isn't completely soul-destroying, but I've never been able to bring myself to watch it.


Yeah, the book is brutal.
 
2021-11-07 9:35:39 PM  
And despite the various names for this species, it is not really a fox.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culpeo
The culpeo (Lycalopex culpaeus), sometimes known as the zorro culpeo, Andean zorro, Andean fox, Paramo wolf,[2] Andean wolf,[3] and colpeo fox,[4] is a species of South American fox. Regardless of the name, it is not a true fox, but more closely related to wolves and jackals.

So, it really is more of a dog than a fox, but I bet "pet" wolves also like to kill chickens.

Zorro means "fox" in Spanish

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2021-11-07 9:48:21 PM  
"now being pursued by ecological police"...he's outfoxed them.
 
2021-11-07 9:55:10 PM  
Looks more coyote to me.

I saw tons of those guys in full sneak mode (a coyote's only setting) growing up on my parents' ranch.
They became such a problem for the cattle ranchers on either side of us that the government sent someone in to trap and kill them. Of course, we didn't know where the traps were until we, or something we owned, was got caught in a damn trap.
The one and only time my first beloved little rescue bit me was when I was trying to free him from one of those traps. It was pretty traumatic for my 13-year-old brain. My dogs were my heart and soul, and I would go on to risk my life on several occasions in order to save their's 
This time, all I could think of was an Old Yeller situation (a movie I watched once, then despised Disney and every person that had any part in making the f**king horror show - wtf Disney?), and although my dog had had his rabies vaccination, it had been a few years, and I was terrified one of us would be infected by the time I got him home and off to the vets office.
The horse I was riding freaked out and bolted for home because my dog howling in desperation and pain had startled him. So I jumped off as the horse hit the river, then ran as fast as I could back to my doggie and wrestled with him until he was free. I held him close to my heart as I walked 2 miles back home, hoping neither one of us would contract rabies on the way. My right arm was streaming blood from the bite, but I needed both arms to hold my dog very carefully - I was worried the trap had broken his front leg, and as tough as the little guy was, he whimpered the entire journey back home. I kept myself going at a very slow, but steady  walk, thinking if I kept my heart beat slow, I'd slow the infection from reaching my heart before we got home. I seriously did not want to contract rabies.
Fortunately, mom was home and rushed us off to the vet's to drop off Roger, then on to the ER for me.
Little Roger wound up being okay. No broken bones (thanks, cheddar cheese) I'm still convinced his love of cheese provided so much calcium over the years that his little bones were strong AF.
Here's my regal beagle. My favorite companion through childhood and teenage years; my riding buddy, my snowmobiling and skiing buddy (yes, I took my dog skiing as a teenager), my swimming buddy, my road trip buddy - simply the best dog ever. Looking awesome and proud AF at Lake Crescent on the Olympic Peninsula.  
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Little Roger and Skoshi, after one of their little jaunts and a swim in the river.
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What were we talking about again? Sorry - I loved my little dogs, my brother suddenly died last month and now I'm f**king sad.
 
2021-11-07 11:06:15 PM  

philodough: Looks more coyote to me.

I saw tons of those guys in full sneak mode (a coyote's only setting) growing up on my parents' ranch.
They became such a problem for the cattle ranchers on either side of us that the government sent someone in to trap and kill them. Of course, we didn't know where the traps were until we, or something we owned, was got caught in a damn trap.
The one and only time my first beloved little rescue bit me was when I was trying to free him from one of those traps. It was pretty traumatic for my 13-year-old brain. My dogs were my heart and soul, and I would go on to risk my life on several occasions in order to save their's 
This time, all I could think of was an Old Yeller situation (a movie I watched once, then despised Disney and every person that had any part in making the f**king horror show - wtf Disney?), and although my dog had had his rabies vaccination, it had been a few years, and I was terrified one of us would be infected by the time I got him home and off to the vets office.
The horse I was riding freaked out and bolted for home because my dog howling in desperation and pain had startled him. So I jumped off as the horse hit the river, then ran as fast as I could back to my doggie and wrestled with him until he was free. I held him close to my heart as I walked 2 miles back home, hoping neither one of us would contract rabies on the way. My right arm was streaming blood from the bite, but I needed both arms to hold my dog very carefully - I was worried the trap had broken his front leg, and as tough as the little guy was, he whimpered the entire journey back home. I kept myself going at a very slow, but steady  walk, thinking if I kept my heart beat slow, I'd slow the infection from reaching my heart before we got home. I seriously did not want to contract rabies.
Fortunately, mom was home and rushed us off to the vet's to drop off Roger, then on to the ER for me.
Little Roger wound up being okay. No broken bones (thanks, cheddar cheese) I'm still convinced his love of cheese provided so much calcium over the years that his little bones were strong AF.
Here's my regal beagle. My favorite companion through childhood and teenage years; my riding buddy, my snowmobiling and skiing buddy (yes, I took my dog skiing as a teenager), my swimming buddy, my road trip buddy - simply the best dog ever. Looking awesome and proud AF at Lake Crescent on the Olympic Peninsula.  
[Fark user image image 425x430]

Little Roger and Skoshi, after one of their little jaunts and a swim in the river.
[Fark user image image 425x399]

What were we talking about again? Sorry - I loved my little dogs, my brother suddenly died last month and now I'm f**king sad.


Breathe deeply. Grieve. Let it out as often as necessary. It's the only way.
 
2021-11-07 11:19:51 PM  
Wow. This is like when someone in the neighborhood put up a sign about a stray dog that was really a coyote.
 
2021-11-08 12:37:53 AM  

smokewon: philodough: Looks more coyote to me.

I saw tons of those guys in full sneak mode (a coyote's only setting) growing up on my parents' ranch.
They became such a problem for the cattle ranchers on either side of us that the government sent someone in to trap and kill them. Of course, we didn't know where the traps were until we, or something we owned, was got caught in a damn trap.
The one and only time my first beloved little rescue bit me was when I was trying to free him from one of those traps. It was pretty traumatic for my 13-year-old brain. My dogs were my heart and soul, and I would go on to risk my life on several occasions in order to save their's 
This time, all I could think of was an Old Yeller situation (a movie I watched once, then despised Disney and every person that had any part in making the f**king horror show - wtf Disney?), and although my dog had had his rabies vaccination, it had been a few years, and I was terrified one of us would be infected by the time I got him home and off to the vets office.
The horse I was riding freaked out and bolted for home because my dog howling in desperation and pain had startled him. So I jumped off as the horse hit the river, then ran as fast as I could back to my doggie and wrestled with him until he was free. I held him close to my heart as I walked 2 miles back home, hoping neither one of us would contract rabies on the way. My right arm was streaming blood from the bite, but I needed both arms to hold my dog very carefully - I was worried the trap had broken his front leg, and as tough as the little guy was, he whimpered the entire journey back home. I kept myself going at a very slow, but steady  walk, thinking if I kept my heart beat slow, I'd slow the infection from reaching my heart before we got home. I seriously did not want to contract rabies.
Fortunately, mom was home and rushed us off to the vet's to drop off Roger, then on to the ER for me.
Little Roger wound up being okay. No broken bones (thanks, cheddar cheese) I'm still convinced his love of cheese provided so much calcium over the years that his little bones were strong AF.
Here's my regal beagle. My favorite companion through childhood and teenage years; my riding buddy, my snowmobiling and skiing buddy (yes, I took my dog skiing as a teenager), my swimming buddy, my road trip buddy - simply the best dog ever. Looking awesome and proud AF at Lake Crescent on the Olympic Peninsula.  
[Fark user image image 425x430]

Little Roger and Skoshi, after one of their little jaunts and a swim in the river.
[Fark user image image 425x399]

What were we talking about again? Sorry - I loved my little dogs, my brother suddenly died last month and now I'm f**king sad.

Breathe deeply. Grieve. Let it out as often as necessary. It's the only way.


I am trying - but thank you.
He was my twin. I feel like half my heart and soul has been carved out of me.
And f**k if I know what to do on the rest of this journey without him.
 
2021-11-08 12:42:52 AM  

thesharkman: Wow. This is like when someone in the neighborhood put up a sign about a stray dog that was really a coyote.


My neighborhood had a coyote panic caused by a small gray fox.  Someone thought all wild foxes were red.

Hint: coyotes do not climb trees
 
2021-11-08 5:11:04 AM  
What kind of pure 'bread' dog sells so cheap?
 
2021-11-08 12:49:09 PM  

gonegirl: Here's a book that farked me up as a kid:
[upload.wikimedia.org image 220x328]

I've heard the Disney version isn't completely soul-destroying, but I've never been able to bring myself to watch it.


The Disney version is *absolutely* soul-destroying.  A really well done adaptation, but it's faithful to the book.
 
2021-11-08 10:34:50 PM  

philodough: smokewon: philodough: Looks more coyote to me.

I saw tons of those guys in full sneak mode (a coyote's only setting) growing up on my parents' ranch.
They became such a problem for the cattle ranchers on either side of us that the government sent someone in to trap and kill them. Of course, we didn't know where the traps were until we, or something we owned, was got caught in a damn trap.
The one and only time my first beloved little rescue bit me was when I was trying to free him from one of those traps. It was pretty traumatic for my 13-year-old brain. My dogs were my heart and soul, and I would go on to risk my life on several occasions in order to save their's 
This time, all I could think of was an Old Yeller situation (a movie I watched once, then despised Disney and every person that had any part in making the f**king horror show - wtf Disney?), and although my dog had had his rabies vaccination, it had been a few years, and I was terrified one of us would be infected by the time I got him home and off to the vets office.
The horse I was riding freaked out and bolted for home because my dog howling in desperation and pain had startled him. So I jumped off as the horse hit the river, then ran as fast as I could back to my doggie and wrestled with him until he was free. I held him close to my heart as I walked 2 miles back home, hoping neither one of us would contract rabies on the way. My right arm was streaming blood from the bite, but I needed both arms to hold my dog very carefully - I was worried the trap had broken his front leg, and as tough as the little guy was, he whimpered the entire journey back home. I kept myself going at a very slow, but steady  walk, thinking if I kept my heart beat slow, I'd slow the infection from reaching my heart before we got home. I seriously did not want to contract rabies.
Fortunately, mom was home and rushed us off to the vet's to drop off Roger, then on to the ER for me.
Little Roger wound up being okay. No broken bon ...


I'm sorry. I just had a family die and feel absolutely lost too. It's horrible.
 
2021-11-08 11:07:50 PM  

philodough: smokewon: philodough: Looks more coyote to me.

I saw tons of those guys in full sneak mode (a coyote's only setting) growing up on my parents' ranch.
They became such a problem for the cattle ranchers on either side of us that the government sent someone in to trap and kill them. Of course, we didn't know where the traps were until we, or something we owned, was got caught in a damn trap.
The one and only time my first beloved little rescue bit me was when I was trying to free him from one of those traps. It was pretty traumatic for my 13-year-old brain. My dogs were my heart and soul, and I would go on to risk my life on several occasions in order to save their's 
This time, all I could think of was an Old Yeller situation (a movie I watched once, then despised Disney and every person that had any part in making the f**king horror show - wtf Disney?), and although my dog had had his rabies vaccination, it had been a few years, and I was terrified one of us would be infected by the time I got him home and off to the vets office.
The horse I was riding freaked out and bolted for home because my dog howling in desperation and pain had startled him. So I jumped off as the horse hit the river, then ran as fast as I could back to my doggie and wrestled with him until he was free. I held him close to my heart as I walked 2 miles back home, hoping neither one of us would contract rabies on the way. My right arm was streaming blood from the bite, but I needed both arms to hold my dog very carefully - I was worried the trap had broken his front leg, and as tough as the little guy was, he whimpered the entire journey back home. I kept myself going at a very slow, but steady  walk, thinking if I kept my heart beat slow, I'd slow the infection from reaching my heart before we got home. I seriously did not want to contract rabies.
Fortunately, mom was home and rushed us off to the vet's to drop off Roger, then on to the ER for me.
Little Roger wound up being okay. No broken bones (thanks, cheddar cheese) I'm still convinced his love of cheese provided so much calcium over the years that his little bones were strong AF.
Here's my regal beagle. My favorite companion through childhood and teenage years; my riding buddy, my snowmobiling and skiing buddy (yes, I took my dog skiing as a teenager), my swimming buddy, my road trip buddy - simply the best dog ever. Looking awesome and proud AF at Lake Crescent on the Olympic Peninsula.  
[Fark user image image 425x430]

Little Roger and Skoshi, after one of their little jaunts and a swim in the river.
[Fark user image image 425x399]

What were we talking about again? Sorry - I loved my little dogs, my brother suddenly died last month and now I'm f**king sad.

Breathe deeply. Grieve. Let it out as often as necessary. It's the only way.

I am trying - but thank you.
He was my twin. I feel like half my heart and soul has been carved out of me.
And f**k if I know what to do on the rest of this journey without him.


I'm sorry. I feel the same way about my mom. I don't claim to know a whole lot but I do know how you feel.
 
2021-11-08 11:13:49 PM  

Big_Doofus: philodough: smokewon: philodough: Looks more coyote to me.

I saw tons of those guys in full sneak mode (a coyote's only setting) growing up on my parents' ranch.
They became such a problem for the cattle ranchers on either side of us that the government sent someone in to trap and kill them. Of course, we didn't know where the traps were until we, or something we owned, was got caught in a damn trap.
The one and only time my first beloved little rescue bit me was when I was trying to free him from one of those traps. It was pretty traumatic for my 13-year-old brain. My dogs were my heart and soul, and I would go on to risk my life on several occasions in order to save their's 
This time, all I could think of was an Old Yeller situation (a movie I watched once, then despised Disney and every person that had any part in making the f**king horror show - wtf Disney?), and although my dog had had his rabies vaccination, it had been a few years, and I was terrified one of us would be infected by the time I got him home and off to the vets office.
The horse I was riding freaked out and bolted for home because my dog howling in desperation and pain had startled him. So I jumped off as the horse hit the river, then ran as fast as I could back to my doggie and wrestled with him until he was free. I held him close to my heart as I walked 2 miles back home, hoping neither one of us would contract rabies on the way. My right arm was streaming blood from the bite, but I needed both arms to hold my dog very carefully - I was worried the trap had broken his front leg, and as tough as the little guy was, he whimpered the entire journey back home. I kept myself going at a very slow, but steady  walk, thinking if I kept my heart beat slow, I'd slow the infection from reaching my heart before we got home. I seriously did not want to contract rabies.
Fortunately, mom was home and rushed us off to the vet's to drop off Roger, then on to the ER for me.
Little Roger wound up being okay. No broken bon ...

I'm sorry. I just had a family die and feel absolutely lost too. It's horrible.


It's the worst feeling in the world.
 
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