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One last tag journal I did a long time ago before and thought of bringing back. Without further ado, here they are.
1: If you have enough money to go out of North America, where would you like to go?
1: If you have enough money to go out of North America, where would you like to go?
2: Do you have any favorite animals, if so name one or more if you like.
3: What do you think is a romantic scene of your opinions?
4: Do you prefer going in the woods or wander around the town?
5: Have any crush? You can say a cartoon character or celebrity (sports star, movie/TV star, or singer)
6: Do you like to play music or listen to music?
7: Do you have any favorite seasons?
8: How about a favorite Holiday?
9: What do you like to do in your spare time?
10: Do you have anything that soothes you or calms you down when you get stressed?
My peoples to tag:
My peoples to tag:
NEW PUPPY!!!
I just got with my parents and adopted (actually fostering for three months until we decide to keep) a puppy from a rescue ranch that had dogs, cats, horses, bunnies, and other farm animals as well as an emu. She is a light brindle colored mix, probably a Labrador Retriever with maybe a bit of Boxer in her. She was from a foster home, but we got to meet her when we brought our Pomeranian Foxy to interact with. At first, my dad wanted a hound mix named Julie and when Foxy met her, he was a bit scared of her for not only being big as my brother's dog while also a little wound-up wild girl. Upon meeting the puppy who's original name was Dot, he liked her and she liked him. As of now, they are play-fighting and Foxy seems more happy to have a fuzzy sibling to play with along with keeping company. Plus, we even decided to name her Belle. My dad was okay with it, but he really warmed up and likes her a lot. I'm happy for him that he has a little fuzzy girl of his own. My mom and I like
Not Another Loss
Just this morning at 1:00, my Keeshond Cubby died. He was only 12-yrs old and was only about a month away from turning 13. For over a year, he had been diagnosed with liver cancer and the vet said that he only had six months to live. HOWEVER, he managed to beat the clock and somehow lived for one year and four months. Just like what happened to my Pomeranian Babie, Cubby died in my arms as he took his last breaths... My mom and I kept him on a liver-friendly diet by including broccoli, string beans, pureed pumpkin, and canned liver for dog food along with giving him some probiotic yogurt as well as some fish (anchovies, sardines, and salmon). My Cubby was a salvation to me and my mom as a way to cope with my previous Keeshond Teddy who died at a very young age at two years old (due to an a**hole neighbor who ran a stop sign and ran him over thinking he was a ball). Cubby not only shared the same bloodline for the same father, he had similar personalities as Teddy as a puppy.
Wedding Meme
Saw this from some buddies of mine @BlackWolfStar15, @MagicMovieNerd, and @LoverofUnicorns96 so I thought I'd give this a go... Give me any late teen/adult ship (see my gallery for more details), and I'll tell you about their wedding: Who Proposed: Wedding Theme: Best Man: Maid of Honor: Who Takes the Bride Walking Down the Aisle: What suit the groom is wearing: What dress the bride is wearing: Vows: Wedding Gifts: What they did after the wedding:
Another Loss For Me
Just this early morning, my black-and-white parti Pomeranian Babie has passed away. She was only 13.5 years old and was having issues with her back legs since late October. For the most part, I had her laying on her plush bed lined with a bunch of pee-pee pads for her since she can't walk outside to go to the bathroom anymore and she was in constant pain that I had to give her small doses of pain-killers to help her at ease. For the months from late October until this morning in February, she would lay on her side and be crying. The times she cried would be whenever she was hungry, thirsty, needed her pads to be changed, and to be held. I felt so bad for her seeing her like this and I wanted to take her to the vet to put her down, but I couldn't and I wasn't really ready to let go/say good-bye to her. When I woke up around 3:00 to hear her crying, I changed her pads and went back to sleep only to wake up 20 minutes later to hear a loud thud as I looked to see her wriggling/squirming
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