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Newba Pluba |
Dear Diary,
Attention: * please post only your diary submissions here * please do not comment on previous postings, go the the dear diary thread for that * please conduct yourselves in an orderly manner * now post and make this a good thread for a change * |
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Newba Pluba |
I'll start.
I do not care to use my real name for fear of criticism and bashing. My submissions are just what they are, my submissions. I do not need your opinions on what I write. I do not care to answer questions, so be considerate and please don't ask me any. Thank you. Today I awoke, my legs hurting and aching with pain. And I was tired. It was 7:30 am and I was still tired. But I couldn't catch a decent breath of air. I arose and got a glass of ice water and came back to bed. I turned on a movie and started watching it as TV generally puts me back into never-never land. I finally fell back asleep and arose once again at 11:30. So I had about 2 more hours of sleep. That should have been enough. I was still tired and my head was so heavy, like I had a big hangover (I don't drink or take any kinds of drugs), so I returned to my bed. This time, I just lay there to rest my legs. If only they would stop hurting. This pain is nearly unbearable but it must cease eventually. The doctor told me to keep my legs elevated, so this is how I sleep/rest these days, with my legs propped up on pillows. Finally, the pain subsisided. I arose this time to start my very late day. There are nights when I cannot sleep at all. There are nights when I cannot rest at all. There are nights when I sleep like a baby. Those are the nights I long for. More submissions later. [Please feel free to post your own submissions, but let's not talk about each other okay. Thanks in advance.] |
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Good Pluba |
Today I awoke to the thumping sound of a tail against my door, I checked .. not my tail, so I look down and see one of my babies staring back at me.
She is alittle sickly still, very underfed and very shy with people.Not of me of course, none are scared of me, I always have the food. So I get up and out of the bed to grab a snack for the poor mutt (really, I have no clue as to what she is) , after finally getting her settled back on the couch I crawl back in the big ol' confortable bad where I belong till at the least 7 a.m.(please) After starting to drift back to sleep I hear the cries of the puppies, there are 3 of them, boxers out of a litter of 12 only 3 lived.(Lack of nutrition says the vet) So I get back up and take them outside, after getting drug into their barking game I remember how nice it felt to be in that bed, so I bring them in and go back to bed. As soon as my ear touched the pillow I hear a funny sound that I am not famliar with at all, its coming from the kitchen so I get up once again to investigate. Oh, my son, only 5 yrs old but very secure with himself " I'm making breakfast momma, I will bring you some if you want it." he says to me , still tip toeing as light as a bird across the floor. "Well no since is tip toeing, I'm up, lets make some noise" I said as I got the pans from the cabinet, " What do you want sausage or ham?" My day has begun... |
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Newba Pluba |
My day was very sad for me. I am going to pour my broken heart out here in hopes of finding some sort of closure and understanding for this very wrong thing.
I went out to feed and water my outside dogs as I generally do, 4 rescues that I saved and could not bear to part with afterwards. I looked around for Little Boy Blue and he was no where to be found. They all come out of the dog house house to greet me and get pets, etc every time I go out there. I generally go out twice a day and on the weekends, I spend a lot of time out there with them. He was fine yesterday. Where could he be? He has never gotten out and none of the dogs are diggers, and the fence is secure, so no worries, or so I thought. The dogs have 2/3 of an acre for their yard, which is half of my back yard, so they have lots of room, trees, bushes, etc. for roaming. I went on a search. I found him in the bushes, dead. Just like that. I took him out and examined him and found a large swollen lump on the inside of his leg. Well, I went and asked my Dad and he had a look and said it appeared to be a snakebite. We do find snakes from time to time and being the hot summer it is, it makes sense. I could not bear the thought of having an autopsy done, so I buried him alongside my two other dogs underneath the sago palm tree. I didn't want him to be alone. This is something I don't understand. He was such a good little doggie and a snake had to come and bite him. All I can think of is that he must have stepped on the snake or accidentally laid down on it. I am heartbroken as he was only about 3 years old. Too young to die, way too young. This is so unfair!!!!! |
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| <Passion Wolf>
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Sally my heart is breaking for you and your puppy .please know my prayers will include you and your sick puppy for now on please keep me posted ok ..
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| <Sally>
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Thank you rotten and PD. Your both very Kind.
I miss the both of you sooo much  |
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Pluba Freshman |
quote: This is a troll. Sally is always logged in. Stop pretending to be her and stop posting in her name. This is a sad thread, at least show a little compassion. |
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Pluba Freshman |
I Always Wanted to Be A Dog:
Dear Diary, I always wanted to be a dog. Or at least I thought I always wanted to be a dog until I joined this forum. Now I have to wonder if I'd want to be a dog at all or if so, then what kind of dog would I want to be? Would I want to be a big dog or a small dog, a medium sized dog? A hairy dog or a curly haired dog, long haired or shorthaired. Would I like getting groomed even? So now that I'm contemplating how my life as a dog might be, I have to stop and ask myself some very pertinant questions. Who knew there was so much to becoming a dog? LOL Do I want to be a full blood, pure bred, pedigreed dog....a dog with a merle gene....a dog that is mixed breed? One thing I do know for sure is that I don't want to be a dog from a puppy mill or a BYB. I don't want to be a dog from a CB either. I don't even want to be a rescue dog. My life would have totally sucked had I been any of those type dogs. Nope!! There's only one type of dog I'd like to be. I'd like to be born to the most responsible breeder on the planet and this person would have to love me so much that they would keep me forever. I'm a male, so heck, I don't mind if I have to be studded out--I would never want to be a female though, no way!! Lucky me, I think. Anywho, back to my thoughts. Gee, will I have an owner who will take me and put me in dog shows? Will my owner dote on me and spoil me rotten? Will I be a famous TV/Movie Star dog? Will I only eat dog food or will I be finicky? Will I have an owner who is responsible enough to have my parents tested for health and genetic defects? Will I have an owner who will take me to the vet instead of asking for medical advice on a talk forum? Will I have dog friends? More questions...Will I like cats? Will I run free or be chained up or locked in a cage at night? Will I get to sleep in my owner's bed? Will I have a fenced yard or will I be confined to a kennel of sorts? Will I trust people or will I be leary? Will I be mistreated? Will I be loved? Will I be taken care of when I am sick and old and can no longer do the things I used to do? Will my owner go to the ends of the earth to save my life if there is a possiblity I will recover? Will I be left alone? Will I get lonely? Will I whine out of despair? Will there be any other dogs in my family? Will I get enough attention? Will I get to ride in the car and go on trips with my owner? Can I just have a damn cookie now? More to come, later....**** |
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Grand Pluba |
awww, Lewie that was a sweet post. But, seriously I have one answer/solution to your problem. Forget being a dog...you need to be a cat.
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Pluba Freshman |
 meow.... |
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Pluba Freshman |
My life as a cat...
I always wanted to be a cat or did I? I can't recall the absolute facts of the matter, but for arguement's sake, I think I always wanted to be a cat. A big furry persian feline without a care in the world. Chasing mice and eating catnip and buzzing around (literally) all over the furniture. But alas, I'd soon grow weary of that and I'd have to take off on an adventure. The adventure begins... I awoke to the ugliest meanest looking face I'd ever seen and it was snarling and growling at me. EEK!! What the heck? I finally got my eyes to focus and there he was, that dang Brutus from next door. That dog was such a pain. He'd found my napping spot once again. And this was a good one too. Rats!! Ahh, speaking of rats, my stomach was rumbling and it was time for some dinner. Oh sure, I can eat that dry cat food whenever I want it, but I'm a carnivore and I want my meat. Sigh. I suppose I'll have to get rid of this pesky dog, so I can go hunting. Let me think here. How do I get rid of this big lug? If I run up a tree, he'll just sit there and bark at me until he's exhausted, and then he'll camp out underneath until I attempt to sneak back down. Nope!! That idea is no good. I know, I'll jump up on top of the pool ledge. He'll never get me there. So off I go and I run and jump and viola! I get my foothold on the pool ledge and it's nice and warm. The water is so inviting, but hey, I'm a cat and I'm not supposed to like that stuff, so I don't. The dog knows he can't get past the fence around the pool, so he finally decides he's out of breath and out of luck and goes in search of a bone or something. I'm still feeling a bit lazy, so I decide another nap is in order. I stretch out on the pool ledge and soon drift right off to sleep. An hour passes. Plunk! Oh my gosh! What the heck is going on now? I look around and I'm soaking wet and in the massive puddle of a swimming pool. Oh darn, how did that happen? I look at the ledge of the pool and I look for Brutus. I need someone to blame. I certainly couldn't have just rolled over into the pool. No, not me. I simply don't do silly things like that. To be continued... |
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| <guess who>
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Im mad at you Lewie
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Pluba Freshman |
quote: Why? |
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| <guess who>
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quote: Cant you even guess? just once!? |
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| <Lewie>
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Aww, You're still mad a me because I didn't kiss you on our first date?
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Grand Pluba |
My guess is Lewie's mom...he was late for dinner....
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| <Lewie>
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Nah, I'm just a toad. Way too old for my mama to call me to dinner.
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| <Passion Wolf>
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did you get my pt ?
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Newba Pluba |
quote: Okay, Who's the troll calling themselves Sally? |
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