Babydogsitting and stuff
Today I learned something new, which can be very useful for mobile texting:
"The razor-toothed piranhas of the genera Serrasalmus and Pygocentrus are the most ferocious freshwater fish in the world. In reality they seldom attack a human."
This is the text that gets you in the Guiness book of world records for fastest text messaging. It is also a good thing to text back if you have problems like these.It is sure to keep the the text terrorist wondering why would you provide such information, even though it may well save their life, especially if they're clumsy and prone to stumble and fall while trying to escape the piranhas.
Since this will be a bit longer post, you might consider grabbing yourself a drink. Like the one on the left. It's not alcoholic, not stimulative and moderately tasty. So what's so special about it? It has one special feat: it looks cool :) . It's tee with some lime juice and some milk. Milk is here purely for aesthetic pleasure, and me trying to use it all up before it goes bad (for the third time in a row - bachelor life). And you might use it after you escape all those hungry piranhas.
On the other topic: I got to do some dog sitting this weekend for my brother, who had left town for some horse equipment fair in Italy. His name (the dog's not my brother's) is Franz and he is such a big and cuddly puppy.
Especially when you go to bed in the 4 in the morning because you've been working on an ASP.NET application , just to be awaken around 9 by your dad banging on some rock just outside your bedroom window, while shouting something resembling a high-pitched "C'M FRNZ" (banging on the rocks and calling the dog are not in any way related, just happened in the same time). It wasn't until later that I expressed my doubt as to the quality of communication when using so few vowels, and that 'come Franz' or 'here Franz' might be better. I've been labeled 'dog expert' for such profound insight. Sarcastically, of course.
Well here's a few pictures (Franz's, not my dad's):
As you can see, he's a crossbred between Lessie and German Shepard. That's the only reason why he wasn't really listening to my commands - shepards need to be independent and self-sufficient. Right.
Such poise, such stance. A pure crossbred.
"The razor-toothed piranhas of the genera Serrasalmus and Pygocentrus are the most ferocious freshwater fish in the world. In reality they seldom attack a human."
This is the text that gets you in the Guiness book of world records for fastest text messaging. It is also a good thing to text back if you have problems like these.It is sure to keep the the text terrorist wondering why would you provide such information, even though it may well save their life, especially if they're clumsy and prone to stumble and fall while trying to escape the piranhas.
Since this will be a bit longer post, you might consider grabbing yourself a drink. Like the one on the left. It's not alcoholic, not stimulative and moderately tasty. So what's so special about it? It has one special feat: it looks cool :) . It's tee with some lime juice and some milk. Milk is here purely for aesthetic pleasure, and me trying to use it all up before it goes bad (for the third time in a row - bachelor life). And you might use it after you escape all those hungry piranhas.On the other topic: I got to do some dog sitting this weekend for my brother, who had left town for some horse equipment fair in Italy. His name (the dog's not my brother's) is Franz and he is such a big and cuddly puppy.
Especially when you go to bed in the 4 in the morning because you've been working on an ASP.NET application , just to be awaken around 9 by your dad banging on some rock just outside your bedroom window, while shouting something resembling a high-pitched "C'M FRNZ" (banging on the rocks and calling the dog are not in any way related, just happened in the same time). It wasn't until later that I expressed my doubt as to the quality of communication when using so few vowels, and that 'come Franz' or 'here Franz' might be better. I've been labeled 'dog expert' for such profound insight. Sarcastically, of course.
Well here's a few pictures (Franz's, not my dad's):
As you can see, he's a crossbred between Lessie and German Shepard. That's the only reason why he wasn't really listening to my commands - shepards need to be independent and self-sufficient. Right.
Such poise, such stance. A pure crossbred.
