ok this tag really got me
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immortalizing these tags
They really awake his bloodlust, uh
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The virgin pit bull vs the chad Great Pyrenees
Listen. I grew up with these dogs. Im a cat person, no shame, but Great Pyrenees are hands down my most trusted domestic animal and are hardcore as fuck.
When I was a kid, between six and fifteen, one of our Pyrenees would escort me, off-leash, between my grandmother's house and mine. I'd just have to call him, and he'd show up and walk me there, placing himself between me and anything he considered threatening- Cranky farm animals, holes in the ground, bodies of water, etc.
That same dog found a (unfortunately deceased) lamb my grandfather had buried a few hours earlier, dug it up, realized it was cold and not breathing, and carefully carried it to our barn, where he covered it neck-deep in straw and tried to cuddle it warm again to bring it back to life.
One of our older dogs, at about sixteen years old (keep in mind, this breed tends to average out at about 12 years max) had arthritis in his hips, a bad back, and a respiratory issue, was fucking ancient and essentially palliative, but would still go stock-still out of nowhere, let out one subtle "boof", and then set out at an awkward-yet-speedy bunny-hop sprint at the slightest whiff of a cougar, bear, or wolf. Like, grampa would jump fences. Gentle geriatric giant would kick up to 7k to protect the family, never mind the three other, much younger fogs already on the case.
When I was a baby, like a literal in-diapers infant, he would lay on the ground and let me dress him up as a wizard and crawl all over him with zero complaint.
His nephew was 100lbs and often alarmed visitors who mistook him for a bear, yet never so much as bumped into a person in his life and feared only string and kittens.
A Great Pyrenees is not only the best dog, but I would argue that it is also the MOST dog
This dog is the inspiration for John Wick.
My dad rescued a Pyr out on a construction site. An animal hoarder had been arrested on unrelated charges, and animal control had been called called to round up the dozens of dogs who had been accidentally set loose, and take them to the shelter. My dad knew it was likely a kill shelter, and big dogs are considered the least adoptable, so he asked the officer who had this absolutely massive Pyr cornered by his company van, if he could take him.
The officer said, "If you can get him in your van, he's yours, and I never saw him."
Dad said, "Ok," and opened the door. "Up you get," he said, and up that dog got. Dad named him Maximum Dog, or Max, for short.
Around the same time, my grandmother, who lived with us and suffered from dementia, was recovering from a bad fall in which she'd broken her wrist. She hated Max. No time for him whatsoever. Except for the part where she'd sit by the window and watch him in the backyard for hours at a time, and then when I'd come home from college to visit on the weekends, she'd give me a blow-by-blow account of everything "that damn squirrel" had done all week.
She loved to garden, but after her fall, Dad and I moved her plants up into pots on the patio, so she didn't need to do the step down or manage the uneven ground in the backyard. Max would meet her at the patio door, nudge his head up under her hand, and escort her carefully from pot to pot, always keeping between her and the edge of the patio, always leaning down when she did, so she'd still have a handhold while weeding or watering. Then it was back to the door. No negotiations. He only let her out when one of us was home. Otherwise, he had no problems simply playing Wall, apparently indefinitely.
He was also our saving grace one night during some severe weather. I was babysitting the kids of one of my dad's contractors while their mother was having major surgery halfway across the state. These guys were little. Littlest was 4, maybe 5. Oldest was 8. So mom was having big scary things done far away, dad wouldn't be back until well after bedtime, and they'd only just met me like the day before, when we'd gone to the park to get to know one another.
Then the sirens started. Tornadoes in the area. And there are no basements. You go to an interior room and hope. Littlest dude started to cry inconsolably, and after a couple of minutes, Max let out this low "boof." First and only time he consented to coming inside the house. He made a beeline for the littlest dude, stared him down for about 10 solid seconds, and then the kid was hanging off his face, snotting into his fur and hanging onto his ears for dear life, and Max just laid down to be a pillow for these three scared little kids, and that's how we spent the evening, all cuddled up with my "polar bear" and waiting for their dad to get back from the hospital with news.
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why does no one ever talk about the fact that ron desantis was highkey crushing on godot. like even his wife was like "yea he loves dudes in masks" and nobody in the fandom ever talks about it
DELITE DELITE RON DELITE FROM THE HIT GAME ACE ATTORNEY: TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS. FLORIDA GOVERNOR RON DESANTIS DOES NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON GODOT
I apologize
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me getting silly in the pussy if im being honest ?
could you lie
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Korra: "Can I ask a dumb question?"
Lin: "Better than anyone I know."
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im not gay but 20 blueberries is 20 blueberries
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There's three different versions depending on who got the second ultra signal, the volume of the voices are different, as well as a completely different ending
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one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.
