my friends and I one day decided to stand on opposite sides of a street and as a car approached suddenly act like we were pulling on opposite ends of a (completely imaginary) rope.

Heh. Clever and wrong.

Yeah, the puppy cam people didn't tell anybody.

That's the really crazy part. Tons of people out there post stuff online just *begging* for their 15 seconds of fame, and it never happens.

The wonderful part, however, is that the owners are responsible and recommend that people research breeds AND (if applicable) the breeders, prior to deciding on a pet.

See, that's what's impressed me all along. This couple really knows what they're doing when it comes to raising a litter.

I was spanked a bit as a child (not frequently, I didn't misbehave much), and generally don't think it did any harm. My dad went overboard when I was throwing a tantrum as a toddler once, but Mom and he Had Words after that and she decided when a spanking was called for from that point on. (He'd run afoul of their divergent views on spanking when I was very young, and discovered that a tiny 100 lb. woman can overpower a much larger Army-trained man and bodily throw him out of the house if her mama lion instinct is triggered.)

When I see my neighbor, who has now become Obama's deputy chief of staff, I find it very difficult not to throw myself at him and beg him to take me with him to work. Or my DH. I'd settle for my DH going to work for the hawt president man.

I'm going to miss the puppy-pack, even if we can see the individuals.

edit: I was spanked a few times by my father, as were my sisters. When we were adults, and said something about it (casually, not accusing) my mother was shocked -- she never knew. Like lisah, we had no bedtime, curfew and we were never grounded. We were just made to feel my parents' disappointment in our behavior, and we lost their trust. It was surprisingly effective.

When I see my neighbor, who has now become Obama's deputy chief of staff, I find it very difficult not to throw myself at him and beg him to take me with him to work.

You and everyone else, Sparky: [link]

We were never spanked, but our mom threatened to "spank us with a wooden spoon" a few times in early childhood when we were doing something particularly awful and wouldn't stop. We didn't even have any especially big wooden spoons in the house, and in fact none of us ever got so much as a single swat from either parent, ever, but man did we ever live in dire fear of the wooden spoon.

As older kids, we got the occasional grounding or loss of TV privileges, and one brother got grounding plus therapy for some really egregious stuff that was clearly a furious yell for help, but by and large we were boring little parental approval seekers who didn't do much to warrant punishment once we got old enough to reason with. Much like Sparky's family, disapproval, disappointment and loss of trust were more devastating than any actual brute-force thing either parent could have inflicted on us.

Ooh, my boss was out of here at 5:00, and if I give it another minute, I'll be the last one here in my department. LOVE THAT. I mean, I love leaving relatively early, but still coming across like I'm putting in the extra effort.

Not that I am.

But still.

We were never spanked, but our mom threatened to "spank us with a wooden spoon" a few times in early childhood when we were doing something particularly awful and wouldn't stop. We didn't even have any especially big wooden spoons in the house, and in fact none of us ever got so much as a single swat from either parent, ever, but man did we ever live in dire fear of the wooden spoon.

Huh. My mom used to threaten us with the wooden spoon as well. Once she spanked me with it, but I was wearing diapers so it didn't hurt at all. She spanked my brother once with it, and it broke, causing him to laugh.

We mocked the wooden spoon.

I won't get into my biological's mother's approach to "discipline".

But I lived for a long time with my beloved Aunt Sharon, and she spanked me one time. I still remember it. It was for mouthing off at her, and she cried when she delivered the spanking. It upset me to no end that I had caused her such grief, and I never mouthed off to her again.

At the same time, I went to a private Christian fundie church and was spanked with a wooden board that had holes in it (it hurt like HELL) 3 times in the one school year that I attended ICC. ALL three times were for being caught either kissing or holding hands with a boy (I was 11).