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BPO General Forum => General Board for Big Dogs with Big Paws => : newflvr February 08, 2006, 03:47:12 PM
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Chester's birthday is on Monday, and since he is (supposedly) Darling Husband's dog we are going up the coast to stay in a cute little bed and breakfast on the beach with the dogs for Chester's birthday celebration!! Oh, yeah, and it's Valentine's on Tuesday ::) so he's getting double points! Good man! SMART man!!! ;D ;D
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Awwww....you are so lucky. He does get mega-points from me too. Are the boys (Chester & Cowboy) going too?
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Awwe, you do have a darling husband. Mine wouldn't even think of doing that for me, let alone any of the dogs. :P Wanna trade? ;D
(I'm trying right now to convince him to let me have an early b-day present, another dog. Friend needs to find homes for 2 rat terrier pups)
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Awww - your hubby gets my stamp of approval, that's for sure! That's so nice - have a great time! ;)
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Are the boys (Chester & Cowboy) going too?
Hahahaha! Absolutely!!! That's the whole reason for the trip! It just happens to be Valentine's day the next day. If Chester's birthday was any other day, we'd still go. We don't usually celebrate Valentine's except for the obligitory card. We've been Valentines for WAAAAAY too long!! ;D ;D ;D
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Awww Mari- you have it all! Love, travel, romance and Newfies!
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See, this is what I need in a man.
How can you go wrong with a husband that spoils your dogs?
Mari, where did you get him, and are there any more?
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See, this is what I need in a man.Â
How can you go wrong with a husband that spoils your dogs?Â
Mari, where did you get him, and are there any more?
I agree! What a great guy!
Hey, mine is like that...
He knew from day one that this was a "package deal" - me, daughter, Bullmastiff, & three cats, of course with the option to add more "kids."
If anyone's looking - believe it or not - I found my guy online!
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How lucky is HE?
He got the whole deal in one go!
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Awwe, you do have a darling husband. Mine wouldn't even think of doing that for me, let alone any of the dogs.
Do you have any idea how long it's taken me to get him trained??? And this is in HUMAN years!!! This is first time he's done this and we've only been married 30 years in April!!! Lots of hard work, repetition. Thank heavens we've never had to use a professional trainer or shock collar!!! ;D ;D ;D
No, really he is dear. But, sheeesh! 30 YEARS!!!! (He's probably say I'm well trained too..... :P)
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See, this is what I need in a man.Â
How can you go wrong with a husband that spoils your dogs?Â
Mari, where did you get him, and are there any more?
I agree! What a great guy!
Hey, mine is like that...
He knew from day one that this was a "package deal" - me, daughter, Bullmastiff, & three cats, of course with the option to add more "kids."
If anyone's looking - believe it or not - I found my guy online!
I did too! And he was a good find! I think that is happening more and more.
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See, this is what I need in a man.
How can you go wrong with a husband that spoils your dogs?
Mari, where did you get him, and are there any more?
Hmmm. I found him when we were 21....got married at 24 and now, 30 years and four kids later he's being thoughtful and considerate! Are you sure you want one just like him? I'm going to leave the implications to your imagination!! (snigger.....)
How old are you and how many years do you want to devote??? ;) ;) ;)
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If anyone's looking - believe it or not - I found my guy online!
Hey, how do I order a guy like him on-line.....do they take major credit cards? Money back guarantee..... ....free shipping?
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yahoo personals!
The first time around was a disaster... I wasn't going to screw it up again - one date & I knew...
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Great job! Finding a good one and hanging in there through the tough times is rewarding! Now, we get to relax a bit and actually have a little time again for each other. It's not easy, but it can be done!
Congrats!!! ;)
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God you're lucky, my bf is so jealous of the time I spend with the dogs. But if it's the cats, that is a different story, he LOVES them!! Our biggest fight was over the "lack of attention" he was getting from me when I had a puppy for a while.
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Sounds like you are going to have a great time....Have fun ;D ;D ;D
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How old are you and how many years do you want to devote???
See, I KNEW you were going to say that!
I'm too old to train one--I'll be 42 in 11 days. Even if I had the patience, (which I quite honestly don't) I don't have that kind of time! :D
I guess I'll just have to die alone in an apartment, half eaten by my Alsatian--except I have to ge the Alsatian before I can die and be eaten.
Man, I've got a lot to do.
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ha-ha-ha
42 isn't old!
i'm 37 - i just found mine 1.5 years ago!
don't give up!
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I guess I'll just have to die alone in an apartment, half eaten by my Alsatian--except I have to ge the Alsatian before I can die and be eaten.
Just like Bridget Jones, right?? And look what she ended up with: Colin Firth!!! I'd take him ANYDAY!!
*modified to figure out how to spell Bridget.....du h!!!
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Yes, but I'm excessively picky. I'd have been married at 24, too, if not for the picky. ;)
Plus I will NOT have anything to do with a sports nut.
I'll tolerate the Olymics every other year, I'll tolerate the World Series, and I'll tolerate the Kentucky Derby.
Outside of that, I'm not interested, I don't want to hear it, and I refuse to frustrate me and the poor sports nut by trying to pretend that I am interested or want to hear it. I grew up in a house of sports nuts, and the reason I've only ever even had 1 roommate in my life is because I just cannot live with it ANYMORE.
I'm not giving up; bit I must face the fact that there's a 75% chance that I'm doomed to be the post-mortem meal of a large hungry dog. :D
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you can be picky - i was this time!
I was married when i was 26 - that lasted 7 years - 6.5 too long!
I should've been more picky the first time around - an error only becomes a mistake when you refuse to correct it.
really, I'm a big believer in the fact that there's someone out there for everyone...
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an error only becomes a mistake when you refuse to correct it.
See, that's why I've never regretted calling off my engagement.
Of course, the fact that he was a closet football fanatic might have had something to do with that too... ;)
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You'd never tolerate DH, then. Watches every golf tournament on TV....anything more boring? Most NBA games (basketball, dear ;D). EVERY playoff game of football, basketball, and even baseball (only sport he doesn't like). Plays golf AT LEAST once a week (summer time usually three times a week).
I've never cared a hootie about any sport unless I know the people playing (sort of eliminates most pro teams ::) and the only pro players I knew have now retired :D). My kids are now out of sports where I 'get' to go watch but there were a TON of soccer and basketball games!
All the time he's doing or watching sports, I'm reading, gardening, cooking or just hanging with the dogs or here with you on BPO. Sort of parallel lives, docha know! But,somehow it works! ;D
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Everyone has their perfect person. :D
It's not the actual sporting that bugs me--other than football--it's the SPECTATING FANBOY thing. I'm happy for a guy to go ahead and PLAY anything that suits him. Golf every day! Join a bowling team! If he's are playing in a basketball game or a soccer game or whatever, I will gladly attend and cheer for him. Hunt and fish to your heart's content.
But I cannot bear, just cannot--I know this is weird, but it's just how I AM--I cannot STAND for people to sit on the couch (or in a recliner or a bean bag or whatever) surrounded by munchies and drinks, with the television at 90% of his volume, and watch and scream and yell as if they're in a 90,000 seat arena, instead of 15 feet from my bedroom! And do this all day, if not ALL BLOODY WEEKEND.
And I can't think of a more annoying thing for anyone to want to talk about than how well someone they've never even been in the same CITY with, much less know personally, kicks or throws or catches some generally spherical object. (If it's not you or your immediate family who's doing it, WHY DO I NEED TO KNOW THIS? )
Especially annoying if they've just met you and you've said, "I'm not into sports at all."
I mean, Everyone has their perfect person. :D
It's not the actual sporting that bugs me--other than football--it's the SPECTATING FANBOY thing. I'm happy for a guy to go ahead and PLAY anything that suits him. Golf every day! Join a bowling team! If he's are playing in a basketball game or a soccer game or whatever, I will gladly attend and cheer for him. Hunt and fish to your heart's content.
But I cannot bear, just cannot--I know this is weird, but it's just how I AM--I cannot STAND for people to sit on the couch (or in a recliner or a bean bag or whatever) surrounded by munchies and drinks, with the television at 90% of his volume, and watch and scream and yell as if they're in a 90,000 seat arena, instead of 15 feet from my bedroom! And do this all day, if not ALL BLOODY WEEKEND.
And I can't think of a more annoying thing for anyone to want to talk about than how well someone they've never even been in the same CITY with, much less know personally, kicks or throws or catches some generally spherical object. (If it's not you or your immediate family who's doing it, WHY DO I NEED TO KNOW THIS? )
Especially annoying if they've just met you and you've said, "I'm not into sports at all." Seriously. I didn't even want to know about basketball when Thurl Bailey was my neighbor and Karl Malone was sponsoring softball teams in my Dad's USSSA league and coming to cheer at their games every weekend. Both very nice fellows...just DO...NOT...CAR E..about the basketball!
See. It's good that I'm not married. I have no patience for people! Never mind what I said about there being any more where yours came from. :D
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It's not the actual sporting that bugs me--other than football--it's the SPECTATING FANBOY thing. I'm happy for a guy to go ahead and PLAY anything that suits him. Golf every day! Join a bowling team! If he's are playing in a basketball game or a soccer game or whatever, I will gladly attend and cheer for him. Hunt and fish to your heart's content.
But I cannot bear, just cannot--I know this is weird, but it's just how I AM--I cannot STAND for people to sit on the couch (or in a recliner or a bean bag or whatever) surrounded by munchies and drinks, with the television at 90% of his volume, and watch and scream and yell as if they're in a 90,000 seat arena, instead of 15 feet from my bedroom! And do this all day, if not ALL BLOODY WEEKEND.Â
And I can't think of a more annoying thing for anyone to want to talk about than how well someone they've never even been in the same CITY with, much less know personally, kicks or throws or catches some generally spherical object. (If it's not you or your immediate family who's doing it, WHY DO I NEED TO KNOW THIS? )
Especially annoying if they've just met you and you've said, "I'm not into sports at all."Â
I mean, Everyone has their perfect person.  :D
All I can say is Matt just read this over my shoulder, and he said "If I really wanted to be a **** I could say the same thing about you (meaning ME) about your obsessive compulsive dog hobby which forces you to spend endless hours on the internet meddling with people you've never met, and chastizing those who don't uphold your way of thinking when it comes to dogs, and sends you upstairs afterwards hoarse from screaming." Then again, i'm an extreme case ;D
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Yes, but you have actual DOGS that you love.
Most guys do not have an actual Professional Athlete all their own!
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Hehehehe! It's true! There's SO much give and take in any relationship! You are just hearing my side. DH could say the same thing! Poor them!
DH has put up with SOOO much with the Newfies! ::) Talk about medical bills, sobbing wife when we lost two of them, reading dog books (boy! does he roll his eyes about that.....then I have to point at the stack of GOLF books!)
Patience is a great virtue! We need to ladle it on THICK!!
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Most guys do not have an actual Professional Athlete all their own!
You crack me up!!! SO TRUE!! I esp. love the guys that dress in the jerseys to scream at the TV. At least DH doesn't do that!!! And why DO they talk to the TV?
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Hey, I figure if they're at home watching football with me, they're not getting in trouble somewhere. Then again, this is the girl who is at this moment wearing a Bears Jersey :P
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this is the girl who is at this moment wearing a Bears Jersey
Presumably that's one of the dreaded teams.... ;D
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well, if you had to wear any jersey - it (damn well) better be a BEARS jersey! ;)
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well, if you had to wear any jersey - it (damn well) better be a BEARS jersey! ;)
Urlacher is the other man in my life ;)
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Yes....but do you talk to him through the TV??
I had this thing for Rick Fox...and if he had been in to middle-aged dumpy women, I'd be there :o!
Hmmm. Vanessa Williams or me??
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Yes....but do you talk to him through the TV??
I tell Matt that I'm going to leave him for Brian Urlacher all the time. And every time he does something amazing (ie Every game ;) ) I jump up and down and squeal "THAT'S IT BABY!" Then I smack Matt in the head and say "That's my man!"
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well, if you had to wear any jersey - it (damn well) better be a BEARS jersey! ;)
Urlacher is the other man in my life ;)
i agree - he's so nice...
we used to have season tickets - saw both of the playoff games in '85 that took them to the Super Bowl...
my grandma thinks she's a team owner - she does yell at the TV :D
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I guess I'll hijack a little more.... ;)
to rule out being with any guy who likes sports seems a tad extreme.
I guess it depends on how you define extreme. I'll give you an recent (but fairly typical) example. You decide if I'M extreme, or HE'S extreme.
I went out a couple of months ago with this guy--Tim, Tom, Todd, something like that. Frankly, I'd rather not remember. Met him at Barnes and Noble. We were both standing in line waiting to purchase the latest instrument of torture produced by the pen of Robert Jordan. We strike up a conversation in this 20 minute line, and after checking out, go over and have coffee, continuing to talk about books, etc. for a good 45 minutes or more. Finally, at the end of a discussion which culminated in the fact that I'm not a particular fan of graphic novels, he invited me to see A History of Violence, saying it would prove his point about them being legitimate literature. I said yes; personable fellow, we'd had a spirited, interesting, wide ranging conversation, seemed like a good choice for an actual date.
So, a couple of days later, this same person picks me up after work, and off we go to the movie. Now, keep in mind we've agreed that we're going to go see A History of Violence, which I have in the meantime realized is starring two of my more favored actors, Viggo Mortensen and Ed Harris. So even if it turns out NOT to be the most original story in the world, or a sucky script, at least the performances will be good. I'm quite pleased at this point, with the promise of continuing what had been a few days before, a quite nice conversation. Possibly I have found a nice guy to hang out with, I'm thinking positive thoughts.
Suddenly, standing in line, he turns to me and says, "hey, what about this Greatest Game Ever Played movie? Would you rather see that?"
I look more at the poster. A golf movie. "No thanks. I don't like golf, and I wasn't all that impressed with that Will Smith Bagger Vance movie anyway. Let's just go to A History of Violence, like we planned."
"It looks good."
I scrutinize the poster more closely. "Isn't that the kid from that Holes movie? I'd rather see A History of Violence."
"Yeah, but sports movies are always so inspiring. The other one's kind of dark and ugly."
It took another 5 minutes of basically arguing while standing in line before I finally told him, "Look. You asked me to go to one kind of movie--one that you claimed was serious, and substantive, and a particularly good adaptation of a graphic novel. Now you want to go to a Disney golf movie! I didn't agree to come to a Disney golf movie. If you want to see the Disney golf movie, go see it. I'm going to see A History of Violence. I'll buy my own ticket."
"No, no. But..."
Well, we ended up seeing A History of Violence. But he was mad about it, and was I irritated--poison ivy ain't in it! After we got out of the movie, we were going to go get something to eat. So we're walking across the Farmer's Market to Maggiano's and he's just ON about why didn't I want to see the golf movie, do I not like Disney movies, do I not like those actors, do I not like golf, what's with not wanting to see the golf movie. Finally, I gave up and said, "You know, I just don't like sports. I don't watch them on TV, and I don't want to watch them in a movie. Can we talk about the movie we DID see, please?" I knew it was a mistake when I said it, but he left me no choice. I had to just put it out there, bluntly.
"OK, but I don't see why you don't like sports. I love football, have you been watching..."
Five minutes later, he's still going on about the San Francisco Chargers or whoever as we're waiting for a table. I break in. "I told you, I don't like sports, and I especially hate football. Seriously, seriously hate it. OK? No more football! Can we talk about the movie, PLEASE. I'd like to finish our conversation from the other night, and you can explain to me why it's such a great example of an adaptation of a graphic novel."
"You hate football? Why do you hate football?"
I remember thinking, why do I do this to myself? I should have known when he wanted to go to the golf movie! So I said, "Look. I'm not going to have that conversation with you. It's a very long story, and I have very good reasons, but I'm not going to get into them over dinner, because frankly, football makes me sick to my stomach. Literally. And I'm hungry."
"I think you should tell me, so I can explain..."
That was when I turned around and walked out the door of the restaurant.
He chased me down outside. "Are you mad?"
"Yes. I'm mad. You invite me to one movie on the pretext of continuing our discussion from the other night, and then try to make me see a Walt Disney kid's golf movie instead. And then, instead of talking about the movie we DID finally see, you want to talk about sports, even after I told you twice that I didn't like them. Can you not hear me?"
"OK, I get it. I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry. Let's have dinner and talk about the movie."
"No more sports." I'm very forceful when I say this. "I'm not interested in any of them, I don't like any of them, I don't want to talk about any of them, I don't want to hear about them. OK?"
"OK." We start walking back to the restaurant. "Not even baseball?"
So I left him there. I walked over to Fairfax and caught a cab.
I don't think I'm extreme. I think I'm proactive. But you tell me!