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I was Tagged by my good friend Helen toomanytribbles
I suppose i should think of ten things about me.
1 I don't like getting tagged.
2 I like to spend time on the coast as you can see.
3 I don't like winter
4 I will be in Greece again this year.
5 I recently turned 44
6 Fishing was one of my favourite pastimes until I bought a boat and I realised i get seasick.
7 Pigeon keeping was a hobby i enjoyed from very young and I would like to take it up again when i retire.
8 I had three aquariums and used to breed exotic tropical fish.
9 I have also bred Rottweillers and Jack Russells.
10 I haven't got a religious bone in my body. Thank god lol.
Now I have to tagged ten victims
Made FP explore Jul 29, 2009 #35
Cuidado, cão de guarda...
Beware! Guard dog...
117 on Wednesday, April 16, 2008
This week I went to check on the "parking lot cats"...I drove past the Rottweiller tethered to a zip line and stopped to take another pix of him.
Well, I got "caught" red handed by the owner who came running outside to see what I was doing.
I immediately told him how gorgeous his dog was and that I was a photographer just taking a quick snapshot.
We ended up having a long discussion. He said that this Rottie is five months old....and named Gus [ short for Gustapo]. He said Gus was tethered because he had a habit of crossing the road and hanging out with the cows. He reassured me that Gus goes for a long walk every morning and likes to be outside instead of in the house w/him. I said.....that it would be better if he was "fenced in". ....and that Gus should have the option of being outside or in the house w/ him instead of being tied up.
I tried to be "nice" and he asked my opinion about having Gus tethered as it seems other passer bys have taken notice. So I gave him my thoughts about it. Hopefully, he'll put up a fence for Gus.
Original post: www.flickr.com/photos/rainriver/4291502490/
I was looking for this site a few weeks ago. The OS data was incorrect and couldnt find it. Last night I found the site whilst browsing with correct OS data. Ten minutes later I was on my way....lol. A few things went wrong with this. Firstly the houses at the back had a shadow casting rottweiller light. I had to clone the tripod out of the pic. The LED light started playing up, it was cutting out, so to compensate, I tried more turns, and longer exposure means the glow from the town in the background becomes an annoying glare so played around with colour balance....happy days.
Another visit to this one is needed, am not happy with this one.
Cute little rottweiller puppy following his owners on a Gatineau Park Trail.
Bronco is obese, the vet sent him to make diet and exercise and he refuses, just like: eat, sleep and fuck patience ...
Bronco está obeso, el veterinario lo mandó a hacer dieta y ejercicios y él se niega, sólo quiere: comer, dormir y joder la paciencia...
I took this photo saturday afternoon. It was an interesting afternoon. It would start and stop raining every ten minutes or so.
I had seen this tree by a far and I was determined to get close to take some photos. When I finally found it - afteralmostgettingthecarstuckinthemudbuttheownerofthecardoesn'tneedtoknowthis :P - I parked the car in the entrance of a farm, so I wouldn't be in the middle of the (dirt) road, since I was going to be in the middle of a soy field for quite some time.
It had just started raining, a light rain, not enough to bother me, but enough to ruin a brand new camera. So I got out of the car and started to walk and look around, thinking about the composition for the photo.
I was quite far from the car, when I saw this little dog coming towards me, from the farm's yard. Followed shortly by a monstrously huge Rottweiller. The Rottweiller seemed not to worry much about me, though it was barking. But right after the Rott, there came a slightly smaller Belgian Shepherd, with bloody fury on its eyes. I can still see its paws advancing in slow motion in my direction.
In those moments, you know, lots of things go through your mind, like: "oh, nice, there goes an arm!" or "tsc, the car is too far away..."
The good thing is that, as I mentioned before, I'm not afraid of many things, dogs included and I know that if you don't run but stay and look at them in the eyes, chances are, they won't attack you. You never know, you might find yourself facing a mean spirited dog, but the Belgian Shepherd realized - 10 meters before collision - that I wasn't a threat. That didn't stop her from jumping on me though. I had been prepared to get my feet dirty in the outdoors, but shortly after the encounter, it seemed like I had just gotten out of a mole's hole. Stupid dogs wouldn't even let me walk. After I had had it with petting them, specially because the rain had once again stopped, I washed my hands on a water tap nearby. But the Shepherd came running towards me, for more plays. That's when I had a moment of brilliance. I said: "No! Bad Dog! No!"
Poor thing... I almost felt sorry for it. It stopped short from colliding against me for the 100th time, bowed its head down and went away. If only I had thought of it before... ¬¬'
Guinness is an intelligent and very loyal dog, the leader of the pack. He's strong and very athletic but he's also calm and submissive making him a perfect guard dog. Nobody would mess with you when you walk with Guinness.
Thank you all for your support and friendship. Have a wonderful Monday. :-)
I advised James to hand over his lunch money to the school bully upon request. I guess he's a little stubborn.
Oops. Almost forgot to attach a joke to this!
A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables, and when he picked up a CD player to place in his pack, a strange, disembodied voice echoed from the dark saying, "Jesus is watching you."
He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight out, and froze. When he heard nothing more after a bit, he shook his head, promised himself a vacation after the next big score, then clicked the light on and began searching for more valuables. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard,
"Jesus is watching you." Freaked out, he shone his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. "Did you say that?", he hissed at the parrot.
"Yep," the parrot confessed, then squawked, "I'm just trying to warn you."
The burglar relaxed. "Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?"
"Moses," replied the bird.
"Moses?" the burglar laughed. "What kind of people would name a bird Moses?"
"The kind of people that would name a Rottweiller Jesus."
Hope you had a good laugh :P
Taken for ODC: Funny Business
We kept Zion in a sliver of the late afternoon sun to light up his eyes. No flash...natural light.
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Paid my sister a visit and we ended up taking her little staffie out for a walk and her mate came along with her rottweiller puppy too. I just love this little guy... even though he gets so excited and wee's on me every time I see him lol ok... maybe not on me every time (today he did) but he does wee with excitement every time I see him :)
Nikon D700 | 85mmf1.4D | ISO100 | f1.4 | 1/3200th
USO188S was a Ford R1114 / Alexander Y type B53F purchased new by Northern Scottish as their NT188 in January 1978. It passed to Castle Coaches of Alexandria, later AD Coaches of Dundonald and Irvine's of Law before joining Marshall's for use on a school contract. It is seen fully outshopped at their Baillieston Depot. I used to crap myself everytime I visited as they had a couple of Rottweillers near the gate on long chains. One time one of them flung itself at my car and dented the door...........real vicious bastards! Once in, the family were great and always very helpful. The bus would later pass to Brylaine Coaches.
How about a frozen nose. Now this is one COOL dog. Very cold outside, and everywhere the heat leeks out the snow will stick. So around his mouth because of his moist breath.
Also around the eyes due to moisture.
That and the fact, he loves to stick his head under the snow looking for his balls. (wait that did not sound right).. His tennis balls. ahhhhh better.... And yes, he loves the powder.
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A day for Critter's of all species to come together as one and unite to have the bestest fun EVER!!!
Il existe un lieu plus sombre que les enfers de SL, plus dangereux que Midian, ce lieu s'appelle la garrigue, on y rencontre des créatures fort cruelles et très bizarres surtout.
Nom: Tampax (vi blanc cotoneux avec une ficelle derrière, oui une queue si vous voulez)
Pseudo : Réglisse (à cause que de sa couleur)
Sexe : Rose ? ah oui mâle
Race: Nichon frisé (j'ai du faire une faute de frappe)
Origine : Slovaquie (aurait été denoncé anonymement par un certain Bluesky auprès de Brice Heurtefeux, mais n'a toujours pas été expulsé)
Gentil et Affectueux auprès des humains malgrès les 3 ou 4 coups de pieds au cul qu'il reçoit quotidiennement de son maître huhuhuhu !!
Très bagarreur avec les specimens mâles de sa race, attaque régulièrement Pitbulls, Rottweillers, et autres Dobermans en les traitant de tafioles (se prend régulièrement des taules)
Beaucoup plus tendre avec les demoiselles, puisqu'il n'hésite jamais à leur prodiguer un cunilingus sans même leur dire bonjour, ce qui peut choquer certaines (mais là chuis fier :)))
Sujet assez con de nature, prend plaisir a se rouler systématiquement dans l'herbe, se couvrant ainsi que nous pouvons le constater de Tires-péau appelés également Kipiquent qui compte-tenu de de son pelage laineux sont, ma foi faciles à enlever (connard)
From a session last week... 4 Rotties, 1 French Bulldog and a Corgi!
4 Likes on Instagram
1 Comments on Instagram:
betabennati: Haha q medo
A história do Pluto é a seguinte:
Ele tem entre 3 e 5 anos. O seu dono era um policial, ele falesceu e sua casa (junto com o Pluto) ficou com a irmã.
Ela não gostava de animais... O Pluto dormia embaixo de uma escada do lado de fora da casa, pegava chuva e vivia ao relento... Resultado: as perninhas ficaram um pouco desproporcionais ao corpo, pois vivia em condições muioto ruins.
Um dia sua "dona" levou-o para a Solange na Dog D'or falando que o cachorro não estava bem. Solange disse que ele estava coberto de bicheiras. Pegava no corpo dele e pulava bicho na pele e no ânus saia monte de bicho. Achavam que ele iria morrer...
A "dona" disse que pagaria somente um dia de tratamento e a Solange disse que seriam necessários vários dias e não somente um. A mulher disse que não queria saber que só pagaria um mesmo e que não queria mais ele.
Esta pessoa então voltou lá alguns dias depois para pagar somente o dia combinado e ao visitar o cão falou para ele: "- Nem para morrer logo, você é bom!" A Solange ao ouvir isso disse com toda a educação que ela tem e naquele tom de voz educada e baixinho: "- Para a senhora ele morreu, pode ir embora e não volte mais".
Bom, ele já foi adotado e devolvido porque apesar de ser um rotweiller, ele é muito manso e não "serve" como cão de guarda. É um bebezão e não pode viver em corrente. Ele gosta tanto de carinho que das vezes que foi adotado voltou, pois ele tem que ser adotado por alguém que realmente goste de animais pq ele exigirá muito carinho e atenção.
Esse olhar carinhoso não tem preço... ele é um amigo que muitos estão procurando...
Vamos dar um lar especial para o Pluto???
This is the original description: "Spoof to upset the Explore gamers which will be removed after Sunday. Please FAV and use stupid comments like 'Wonderful', 'Beautiful', 'Wow', 'Awesome', etc."
Some persons have asked for this to remain as a symbol, possibly, as Alison admirably phrased it, of subversion. I honestly didn't think this would be so 'popular' ... for a given value of popularity, as the saying goes. So: it now stays up. For the vanity record, for we all need little personal boosters: last reported as Explore no. 33 in Scout, otherwise mostly around no. 40 and went as low as 64. Has now dropped out of Explore due to the spike effect dying down, as most Explore items inevitably do.
This is the original untouched pic: www.flickr.com/photos/tjv/3589056382/
Observation: On your own photostreams, you have an Interestingness ranking of your photos which is independent of popularity. This image went to no. 1 on my Interestingness. In other words, even thought I deliberately slightly worsened it, it had some indefinable 'quality' to support the spoof.
Now the sequence of what I said.
My comment placed around 4 p.m. BST Saturday, in reply to a humorous comment on the outrageous number of tags: "More [tags] being added until the 75 limit is full, hehe!
Currently Explore no. 40 or so, DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD ROFL
Thanks to everyone who understands the reasons for this monstrosity and takes part in the Tom Foolery! Before I delete it, I'll copy out those *inventive* tags and take a screenshot of its Explorefulness page position and post it on my 'stream. Have a nice weekend, everyone."
On Saturday evening BST, the eminent Denis Collete from Canada, understanding the joke, kindly placed a single *photopool* invitation, which I accepted. Thank you Denis, and please visit him — superb photo-Impressionist images.
Me, midnight BST Saturday: "I'm nonplussed! This started life as a decent — but no more than that — normal urban photo from one corner of a NW England supermarket car park which I 'enhanced' with very simple effects in a secondhand Ulead PhotoImpact 7 graphics prog *deliberately* to make it a tiny bit interesting but mildly awful.
It's a spoof, a protest on behalf of everyone, great or modest, against Explore gaming. So my tiny group started the comments and Favs rolling just for a legpull and it's taken on a life of its own since then.
Thanks to everyone (yes, even the members of the gaming groups, for we're all fellow humans). As far as possible I'll put links to you all. Some of the commentors have outstanding streams, some of you just deserve more exposure, some — well, like me, you hit lucky once in a blue moon!"
Me, 9.30 a.m. BST Sunday, in response to a 'Yes, but Why?' query: "A good table-turner, n'est-ce pas?
I'll publish an account to any group that asks, FWS. The personal motivation, the facts of why it was a run at Explore, the experience.
Rest assured I am *not* an 'Explore whore', except on merit or happenstance. Which, of course, is how things should be. Those who have blindly commented purely because it is/was in Explore, well — perhaps you might be more critical of *your own practice* in future.
Regards to everyone, especially those who appreciated the joke. Commiserations to the gamers — leave those gaming groups and get real!"
Me, 10 p.m. Sunday BST, in response to an humorous comment from Pedrik about becoming an 'Explore-whore': "Hi Pedrik, thanks for joining in the fun. Nah, I'm not good enough, consistently enough, and my mainly social stuff just ain't Explore-type 'Interestingness' enough. I'm happy getting some views and comments, to be sure, but I think it's been said somewhere that only 5/100ths of 1 percent of the daily uploads can make the daily (whatever) Explore 500.
I only have genuine contacts and groups, by the way, only a very few of which contacts, and a fair but not overwhelming number of group people, have openly joined in with comments or Favs (though I might have had views-only from them which I can't trace.) Not in the least interested in reciprocal commenting and Faving, which is what the ramping groups specialize in."
THANK YOU EVERYONE, yes, everyone, even the gamers who viewed.
The Rottweiler /ˈrɒtwaɪlər/ is a breed of domestic dog, regarded as medium-to-large or large.The dogs were known in German as Rottweiler Metzgerhund, meaning Rottweil butchers' dogs, because one of their uses was to herd livestock and pull carts laden with butchered meat to market. This continued until the mid-19th century when railways replaced droving for herding. Rottweilers are now used as search and rescue dogs, as guide dogs for the blind, as guard dogs and police dogs.
The Rottweiler is one of the oldest of herding breeds. With a history possibly dating back to the Roman Empire, the Rottweiler may be a descendant of ancient Roman drover dogs; a mastiff-type dog that was a dependable, rugged dog with great intelligence and guarding instincts. During their quest to conquer Europe, the Roman legion traveled in large numbers across the continent. The non-existence of refrigeration meant the soldiers had to bring herds of cattle with them on their excursions for food. These drover dogs were not only used to keep the herds of cattle together, but to guard the supply stock at night. Around A.D. 74 the Roman army travelled across the Alps and into what is now southern Germany. For the next two centuries the Roman drover dogs were continually used in herding and driving cattle for trade even after the Romans were driven out of the area by the Swabians.
A town in this region was eventually given the name Rottweil. It became an important trade center and the descendants of the Roman cattle dogs proved their worth by driving the cattle to market and protecting the cattle from robbers and wild animals. The dogs are said to have been used by traveling butchers at markets during the Middle Ages to guard money pouches tied around their necks. The dogs eventually came to be called Rottweiler Metzgerhunds, or butcher dogs. As railroads became the primary method for moving stock to market, the need for the breed declined, as did the number of Rottweilers. The number of Rottweilers diminished so severely that by 1882 in a dog show in Heilbronn, there was only one very poor representative of the breed.
The buildup to World War I saw a great demand for police dogs, and that led to a revival of interest in the Rottweiler. During the First and Second World Wars, Rottweilers were put into service in various roles, including as messenger, ambulance, draught, and guard dogs.
The Deutscher Rottweiler-Klub (DRK, German Rottweiler Club), the first Rottweiler club in Germany, was founded on 13 January 1914, and followed by the creation of the Süddeutscher Rottweiler-Klub (SDRK, South German Rottweiler Club) on 27 April 1915 and eventually became the IRK (International Rottweiler Club). The DRK counted around 500 Rottweilers, and the SDRK 3000 Rottweilers. The goals of the two clubs were different. The DRK aimed to produce working dogs and did not emphasise the morphology of the Rottweiler.
The various German Rottweiler Clubs amalgamated to form the Allgemeiner Deutscher Rottweiler Klub (ADRK, General German Rottweiler Club) in 1921. This was officially recorded in the register of clubs and associations at the district court of Stuttgart on 27 January 1924. The ADRK is recognised worldwide as the home club of the Rottweiler.
In 1931 the Rottweiler was officially recognised by the American Kennel Club. In 1936, Rottweilers were exhibited in Britain at Crufts. In 1966, a separate register was opened for the breed. In fact, in the mid-1990s, the popularity of the Rottweiler reached an all-time high with it being the most registered dog by the American Kennel Club. In 2013, the American Kennel Club ranked the Rottweiler as the 9th most popular purebreed in the world. Thanks to those who will comment, save or view my photo.. It will be highly appreciated. I will not comment or save a photo made by a cell phone, ipads. or similar devices.
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
It has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance that tide
- Garth Brooks
so me n da dogs r running along minding our own business when we spot the same rottweiller that attacked us a few weeks back, it's the same lady but this time the dogs on a lead and the lady is pushing a stroller with a little girl in it, they're waiting to cross the road to the park so i stop and wait for the traffic to clear so as to avoid a repeat performance, the lady doesn't say anything and crosses when she can but as she gets to the other side the dog pulls free and charges back across the road and starts attacking us again, after a few attempts it changes it's mind and returns to it's owner, now i know i shouldn't have but i said 'that's twice' and the lady say sticks her finger up and say's 'i don't give a fuck' so this figurative apples for your dog lady because even though it's not it's fault maybe it would be for the best, i mean it's bad enough for us but some of the little balls of fluff that we see getting round the park followed by little old ladies (not to mention her little girl) wouldn't stand a chance against a dog that size, tomorrow i'm heading for the beach instead, we're lucky as we're spoiled for choice ;)
Glow editing. Pic is on my dog named Zita. She´s a amstaff / rottweiller.
Stock pic is in my Photostream.