Jesus, Stephanie! That sucks!!
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Newsflash: Joe is a Sucker
{{{Stephanie}}} I hope you're all home safely very soon.
Newsflash: Joe is a Sucker
Newsflash: Trudy needs to Shut UP!! Shut Up!
Oh, why don't you shut up?!
t /Apu
This is totally Sparky's fault.
::preens::
I want to get my little girl a sleepypod to travel back and forth from puppy daycare [link] She's only about 3 pounds right now.
eta: Stephanie, that's awful! Hang in there! She'll be safe with you soon!
Newsflash: Trudy needs to Shut UP!! Shut Up!
Dude, did you carbomb my building?
Dude, did you carbomb my building?
No, but I was tempted.
in rats defense they do make excellent pets. I have had several and they can learn their names and do tricks. I forget the name of the wildlife expert who says if you want a dog but your lease won't allow it you should get a rat. (edit: Jack Hanna)
On the other hand, if you're afraid of rats then a terrier is a very good bet.
{{Stephanie & Ellie}} ::passing you my DEA agent "badge" that I just photoshopped through the interwebs::
... what?
a sleepypod to travel back and forth from puppy daycare
Sparky. You just broke my brain.
and you know your dad's probably having one custom-colored to match her eyes or something...
Awww...it's a face that says "I will take up all the space in your house, pull your arms from your sockets and accidentally eat your child while watching TV."
From what I have heard about the breed, they are highly intelligent, and not difficult to train. The space-taking-up thing there just isn't much that can be done about, but I would be highly surprised to find that it's difficult to train these dogs to walk reasonably on a leash. As far as the safety of the children goes, there's this ancient legend, found here [link] to tell against it:
In the 13th century, LLewelyn, Prince of North Wales, had a palace in Beddgelert. One day he went hunting without Gelert, his faithful hound, who was unaccountably absent. On Llewelyn’s return, the truant hound, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master. The Prince, alarmed, hastened to find his infant son, and found the bed empty, the bedclothes and floor splattered with blood.
The frantic father plunged his sword into the hound’s side, believing the hound had killed his beloved son. The Wolfhound’s dying call was answered by the child’s cry. Llewelyn searched and discovered his son, unharmed. But nearby the child, lay the bodies of several wolves, slain by Gelert. The Prince, his heart filled with remorse and shame, is said never to have smiled again.