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Happy for you and Max... Best friends are too few and far between...Happy you found each other.

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My best friend is a cat! She picked me! not that I wanted her, but now I got her! And a 45 auto is my best,best friend, and my second best is a Rugar 22. Grubstake

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Yea, Right! LOL

My dogs are more like this!

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Nice family Frank! Hey what is that gourd or pumkin looking thing in back ground? Sure is big

Hey bil, sorry it took so long to answer but my PC's been down fer a week now, just got it up an goin again, but, ah, that's a pumpkin growin right behind us there in that pic. The pic is 3 yrs. old, we grew that in 2010.

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Nice looking family you have there. Love the garden in the background. Nothing like Michigan homegrown :rolleyes:

Thanx Jeff, that's a pumpkin growin through the fence behind us. Had to fence off the garden cause them stupid dogs would pick and eat the tomato's, onions and peppers, they did leave the pumpkin alone though, and that pic is from 2010, but ya, I like to grow stuff.
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Time for another kind of friend.....

The amazing camel and its creator - this info is truly fascinating - enjoy!

This is the most fascinating, awesome information I’ve ever read about an animal,

You will be utterly amazed!

Did you know this?

I hope you take the time to read it.

The Amazing Camel and Its Creator

(From Moody Press)

If you ever doubted that God exists,

Meet the Very Technical, Highly Engineered

Dromedary Camel

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When I'm hungry, I'll eat almost anything-

A leather bridle, a piece of rope, my master's tent,

Or a pair of shoes.

My mouth is so tough a thorny cactus doesn't bother it.

I love to chow down grass and other plants

That grow here on the Arabian desert

I'm a dromedary camel, the one-hump kind

That lives on hot deserts in the Middle East .

My hump, all eighty pounds of it,

Is filled with fat-my body fuel -- not water as some people believe.

My Mighty Maker gave it to me because

He knew I wouldn't always be able to find food

As I travel across the hot sands.

When I don't find any chow, my body automatically

Takes fat from the hump, feeds my system,

And keeps me going strong.

This is my emergency food supply.

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If I can't find any plants to munch, my body uses up my hump.

When the hump gets smaller, it starts to tip to one side.

But when I get to a nice oasis and begin to eat again,

My hump soon builds back to normal.

I've been known to drink twenty-seven gallons of water in ten minutes.

My Master Designer made me in such a fantastic way that

In a matter of minutes all the water I've swallowed

Travels to the billions of microscopic cells that make up my flesh.

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Naturally, the water I swallow first goes into my stomach.

There thirsty blood vessels absorb and carry it to every part of my body.

Scientists have tested my stomach and found it empty

Ten minutes after I've drunk twenty gallons.

In an eight hour day, I can carry a four hundred pound load

A hundred miles across a hot, dry desert

And not stop once for a drink or something to eat.

In fact, I've been known to go eight days without a drink,

But then I look like a wreck.

I lose 227 pounds, my ribs show through my skin,

And I look terribly skinny.

But I feel great!

I look thin because the billions of cells lose their water.

They're no longer fat.

They're flat.

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Normally my blood contains 94 percent water, just like yours.

But when I can't find any water to drink,

The heat of the sun gradually robs a little water out of my blood.

Scientists have found that

My blood can lose up to 40 percent of its water,

And I'm still healthy.

Doctor's say human blood has to stay very close to 94 percent water.

If you lose 5 percent of it, you can't see anymore;

10 percent, you can't hear and you go insane;

12 percent, your blood is as thick as molasses

And your heart can't pump the thick stuff.

It stops, and you're dead.

But that's not true with me.

Why?

Scientists say my blood is different.

My red cells are elongated.

Yours are round.

Maybe that's what makes the difference

This proves I'm designed for the desert,

Or the desert is designed for me.

Did you ever hear of a design without a Designer?

After I find a water hole,

I'll drink for about ten minutes

And my skinny body starts to change almost immediately.

In that short time my body fills out nicely,

I don't look skinny anymore,

And I gain back the 227 pounds I lost.

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Even though I lose a lot of water on the desert,

My body conserves it too.

Way in the beginning when my Intelligent Engineer made me,

He gave me a specially designed nose that saves water.

When I exhale, I don't lose much.

My nose traps that warm, moist air from my lungs

And absorbs it in my nasal membranes.

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Tiny blood vessels in those membranes take that back into my blood.

How's that for a recycling system? Pretty cool, isn't it.

It works because my nose is cool.

My cool nose changes that warm moisture in the air

From my lungs into water.

But how does my nose get cool?

I breath in hot dry desert air,

And it goes through my wet nasal passages.

This produces a cooling effect, and my nose stays as much as

18 degrees cooler than the rest of my body.

I love to travel the beautiful sand dunes.

It's really quite easy, because

My Creator gave me specially engineered sand shoes for feet.

My hooves are wide, and they get even wider when I step on them.

Each foot has two long, bony toes

with tough, leathery skin between my soles,

My feet are a little like webbed feet.

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They won't let me sink into the soft, drifting sand.

This is good, because often my master wants me to carry him

one hundred miles across the desert in just one day.

(I troop about ten miles per hour.)

Sometimes a big windstorm comes out of nowhere,

bringing flying sand with it.

My Master Designer put special muscles in my nostrils

that close the openings, keeping sand out of my nose

but still allowing me enough air to breathe.

My eyelashes arch down over my eyes like screens,

keeping the sand and sun out but still letting me see clearly.

If a grain of sand slips through and gets in my eye,

the Creator took care of that too.

He gave me an inner eyelid that automatically

wipes the sand off my eyeball just like a windshield wiper.

Some people think I'm conceited because I always walk around

with my head held high and my nose in the air.

But that's just because of the way I'm made.

My eyebrows are so thick and bushy

I have to hold my head high to peek out from underneath them.

I'm glad I have them though.

They shade my eyes from the bright sun.

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Desert people depend on me for many things.

Not only am I their best form of transportation,

but I'm also their grocery store.

Mrs. Camel gives very rich milk

that people make into butter and cheese.

I shed my thick fur coat once a year,

and that can be woven into cloth.

A few young camels are used for beef,

but I don't like to talk about that.

For a long time we camels have been called

the "ships of the desert" because of the way

we sway from side to side when we trot.

Some of our riders get seasick.

I sway from side to side because of the way my legs work.

Both legs on one side move forward at the same time,

elevating that side.

My "left, right left, right" motion makes my rider feel like

he is in a rocking chair going sideways.

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When I was six months old,

Special knee pads started to grow on my front legs.

The Intelligent Creator knew I had to have them.

They help me lower my 1000 pounds to the ground.

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If I didn't have them,

My knees would soon become sore and infected,

And I could never lie down.

I'd die of exhaustion.

By the way,

I don't get thick knee pads because I fall on my knees.

I fall on my knees because I already have these tough pads.

Someone very Great thought of me and knew I needed them.

He designed them into my genes.

It's real difficult for me to understand . . .

How some people say I evolved into what I now am.

I'm very technical, highly engineered, dromedary camel.

Things like me don't just happen--

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I've been very well planned out!!!

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Had one of them darn things spit on me when I was over in Israel... Nasty creatures.

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Dogs have a sense of humor.....cats don't.....

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Loyal dog ran away from home to find his dead master's grave - and has stayed by its side for six years

  • Miguel Guzman died in 2006 and loyal Capitan has guarded his grave since
  • A faithful dog has refused to leave the side of his dead master's grave for six years, it was reported today.
    German shepherd Capitan ran away from home after the death of Argentinian Miguel Guzman in 2006.
    A week later Mr Guzman's family went to pay their respects and found the heartbroken pet sitting by his owner's grave, wailing.
    A faithful dog has refused to leave the side of his dead master's grave for six years, it was reported today.
    German shepherd Capitan ran away from home after the death of Argentinian Miguel Guzman in 2006.
    A week later Mr Guzman's family went to pay their respects and found the heartbroken pet sitting by his owner's grave, wailing.
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  • Loyal: Capitan has not left the side of Miguel Guzman's grave since 2006 - and sleeps on top of it every night
    Since then the grieving dog has rarely left the spot at the cemetery in the town of Villa Carlos Paz, central Argentina.
    Mr Guzman bought Capitan as a present for his 13-year-old son Damian in 2005.
    He died suddenly in March the next year, but by the time his family had returned home from the funeral Capitan was gone.
    Mr Guzman's widow Veronica told Argentina's Cordoba newspaper: 'We searched for him but he had vanished. We thought he must have got run over and died.
    'The following Sunday we went to the cemetery and Damian recognised his pet. Capitan came up to us, barking and wailing, as if he were crying.'
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    His Masters Grave: The German Shepherd ran away from the family home shortly after Mr Guzman's funeral and miraculously found his resting place
    She added: 'We had never taken him to the cemetery so it is a mystery how he managed to find the place.
    'We went back the next Sunday, and he was there again. This time, he followed us home and spent a bit of time with us, but then went back to the cemetery before it started getting dark.
    'I don't think he wanted to leave Miguel on his own at night.'
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  • Here to stay: Mr Guzman's son Damian has tried to bring Capitan home but he always runs back to the cemetary in Villa Carlos Paz
    The cemetery's director Hector Baccega remembers the day he first saw the dog.
    He said: 'He turned up here one day, all on his own, and started wandering all around the cemetery until he eventually found the tomb of his master.
    'During the day he sometimes has a walk around the cemetery, but always rushes back to the grave. And every day, at six o'clock sharp, he lies down on top of the grave stays there all night.'
    Mr Baccega said staff at the cemetery are now feeding and taking care of Capitan.
    Mr Guzman's son Damian said: 'I've tried to bring Capitan home several times, but he always comes straight back to the cemetery. I think he's going to be there until he dies too. He's looking after my dad.'
    The story is similar to that of Hachiko, an Akita who is said to have waited at a Tokyo train station for its master to return each day for nine years from May 1925, following owner Hidesaburo Ueno's death at work.
    Read more: http://www.dailymail...l#ixzz26TQ6EMsy

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During an early morning response to a house fire in Santa Rose de Temuco, Chile , firefighters witnessed the unbelievable. A mother dog risked her life to save her puppies from the fire surrounding the burning house, which started because of a car bomb..

The mother dog, Amanda, raced back and forth between the house, putting her 10 day old puppies in the safest place she could find - a firetruck!

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She didn't stop racing back into the fire until all of her puppies were safely away from the fire. The firemen on scene could not believe their eyes. Most people have never seen a dog this smart or this brave!

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After rescuing all of her pups from the blaze, Amanda sat down next to them, protecting them with her body. Onlookers called an emergency veterinary service and she and her pups were rushed to the hospital. Aside from one puppy being treated for serious burns, the entire family are alive and well - thanks to the bravery of Amanda! What a heroic mother!
:)

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HOW AMAZING IS THAT STORY?

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I have a Pit Bull and Rottweiler to work with.

The Two Pups are what I ended up with.

We have 6 others just like em. They all need a home at a Ranch or someone that give a dang.

How do I get the Other out of them?

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Nice little pups you have there HF......love your pink blouse....do you wear that to town on Saturday nights? :worship:

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LOL! That's WWWW. Wicked Wanda the Walmat Warror.

I don't do Pink.

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At least he told the truth and didn't blame it on the cat!!

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Eeeee?

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