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Lady Sybil (named after Downtown Abby) is in need of a good home!
It is very last minute as her foster mom can’t keep any longer. They are going to take her to a shelter this weekend. Whoever meets this lady-pup will fall immediately in love!!! She is so sweet and so lovable..She was found downtown stuck in a fence wagging her tail at people who walked by!
Here is some info on her:
Australian Shepard mix of some sort
She is between 8-9 months old. 33 pounds. She won’t get much bigger but will fill out a bit.
She has had her first round of shots and just got micro-chiped. She needs to be spayed but if someone wants to adopt her- this will be taken care of by me (Linnea).
She loves car rides, hikes, dog toys, loves other dogs. (She has never met a stranger!)She loves the beach and water.
When on walks, she walks right beside you and sits on command.
She is simply going to be a great dog/companion.
And even if you can’t take her, spread the word! Thanks!
Best contact: Linnea at linneattoney@gmail.com or 323-395-6815
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Dogsitting. The best kind of sitting. The only kind of sitting.
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This dog is trying to break my heart.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, MA’AM!
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COOL DOG STORY, BRO
I love dogs. I love a lot of people, but I love dogs unconditionally because they don’t need anything from me and since I don’t have one, I am not responsible for their well being. But I like feeling like I connected with a living thing using only minimal effort. Which is why last night filled my heart with excess happy.
I was walking to a party that would turn out to be enormous and loud and exciting, and I had bought a diet Red Bull and a nip of Jameson and I had combined the two in the can, swished it around, and created a surprisingly tasty drink that I can only call the “Wake Up, Dickhead, It’s Saturday!”
As I was drinking said WUDIS, I saw a large brown dog standing on the sidewalk. He looked pretty helpless and dumb and also adorable. He had a shock collar (I think) but no tags. He was just sort of standing around and he looked up at me and started following me down the street.
At this point, I was slightly buzzed in that nice way where you ALMOST don’t care about anything but are also well aware of everything that’s happening and have the option to deal with it or completely ignore it. I came close to just walking away from the dog and going to the party, as I realized that I was two buildings away from my friends’ place, but then the dog walked into the middle of the street and I started caring again.
So, after putting my drink down on a mailbox, I went over and started talking to the dog. “Hey, buddy, come over here! Come here, boy!” That’s the time I noticed a sedan with five people my own age about to leave, staring at me. I made the executive decision to pretend I didn’t notice them. “Come on! Get outta the street, buddy! Don’t go there! Let’s find your house!!!”
Then I decided that this dog probably wouldn’t bite me, although I had based it on nothing. I had NO basis for thinking that a giant dog wouldn’t bite the SHIT out of my tasty arm if I gave him the chance, but I risked it, and I started leading him back to the sidewalk with my hand, not so much grabbing him, but guiding him. I then noticed a wide open gate at a nearby house, and went ahead and trespassed my way onto their lawn. “Stay,” I halfheartedly told the dog, and that’s when I saw two giant silver food/water bowls.
“Okay, hey, hey come here! this is your house! Let’s go!” At this point I wasn’t even trying to be quiet, I was just straight up crazy-man talking. I finally got him to go through the gate by sort of nudging him there, and then I closed and locked it. I then said goodbye (audibly), and made my way to the party.
And that’s the story of how I made a new dumb dog friend and earned 5 cans of poor to decent quality beer.
I guess this is what happens when I make a conscious effort not to say ANYTHING about 9/11 on the internet today. Consider it counter-programming.
