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2018.03.10 21:18 okaybutfirstcoffee Miniature Schnauzers

Meet the Miniature Schnauzer: the dog who has it all in one small package: intelligence, affection, an extroverted temperament, humor, and a personality that’s twice as big as she is. Throw in the beard and quivering enthusiasm, and she’ll make you laugh in every moment. With a Miniature Schnauzer in the house, you’ll always have someone to "talk" to (they're so vocal!) Whether she’s bounding around ahead of you or curled up snoozing on your lap, you’ll never be bored with your mini around.

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2023.03.30 07:37 Spirited-Swimmer3437 play fighting me during walks

I have an 8-month old German Shepherd. He is well behaved at home, and when we visit new / interesting places.
He gets lots of exercise: 2x a day chasing balls in an open field. He gets tired enough that I need to keep track of how fatigued he is so he doesn’t overdo things, as he loves play. 2x a day walk & sniff - we walk around our neighbourhood and he sniffs around as much as he likes. 3x a day - Nosework / playing find it for about half an hour each time at home 1x a day a 45 minute play session at home
Training is in the real world during walks. He is very obedient, affectionate and well behaved. He is tired enough from his activities that he sleeps like the dead when we get home, but always on schedule, and wakes up on schedule.
The problem is, sometimes on walks he jumps up and nips me persistently. He does not break skin nor does he mean any harm or want anything - I imagine this is because he does not have any dog friends to play fight with anymore (his friends moved away), so since he has a strong bond with me he is trying to play fight with me.
I had cured him of this habit before by: - Ignoring him and looking away, and keeping my hands folded and away.
This worked fine and he eventually stopped trying. I could recognise the signs of him about to start (a play bow, or rolling in the grass and letting out an excitable bark) and would immediately say No, and he would abort the attempt. Now he seems to have started again. At times I can still stop him by just saying no! Sit! etc and he stops. But then he starts again eventually.
The problem is, he has now discovered that my kneecaps are sensitive, and so it is harder for me to ignore. So his biting sessions are longer.
Things I have tried or don’t work: - distracting / redirecting - although if someone walks past he stops. But then he calmly resumes after - tieing to a pole - I have read this suggestion before but it is not possible since there may not be anything around to tie his leash to. - walking away - I cannot just walk away as he is on leash, and this only happens in my neighbourhood, where I cannot leave him off leash. Trying to walk away just results in him continuing to jump / bite
I have seen many similar posts like this, but never seen how it actually gets resolved. Some people say it’s just a phase, other people say they need a trainer etc, and other people say ignoring worked.
I am certain that my dog is just playing with me - if I sit on the ground he is leaning against me affectionately like he does when I’m petting him, and his biting is not very hard (just enough to be annoying).
I do not want to use forceful methods. At present my plan is just to get a layer around my knees and go back to ignoring him since it worked before when he used to target my ankles (protected by socks and shoes, so easy to ignore him)
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2023.03.30 07:34 Ritzy110 Please help me with my Dogs Vet bill : (I’m about $50-$75 short. Appointment tomorrow and my cash app is Aritaxoxo

I'm going to be $75 short for my dogs vet bill. I've been struggling and to make a long story short l've spent over $3,000 the last 6 months on just vet bills for my poor dog. He's been going through a bunch of things but the most recent that we can't get rid of even with multiple vet visits and antibiotics and steroids is his double ear infection. I feel so bad for him because every time he chews or tries to even take a bite of something or even simply yawn he cries and yelps because it hurts his ear: He is the one thing that keeps my mental health in check and the reason why I'm still here today. I have an appointment for him for tomorrow at 11:00 AM Chicago time and l'm going to be about $50-$75 short. It's an estimate because I won't know the total for sure until after the appointment. But based off the other appointments I've taken him too I know for a fact that l'm at least $50 short for the appointment. It's $75 flat fee just for bringing him in, he'll need ear drops and oral antibiotics again, possibly steroids for the inflammation, a culture test, an ear cleaning to clean out the last antibiotic pack that's in his ear from last month. Anything would help please help my baby my heart is breaking for him. Thank you so much in advance bless you all my loves and even if you can't donate, I appreciate you taking the time to read. My cash app is aritaxoxo
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2023.03.30 07:29 CrimsonCloverwriter Chapter Four : Day and night

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Past the rolling hills of Ibrahim, and the tents of the merchants, through the thickets of trees and the impoverished derelicts lies a place unlike any other in Alizia. A field of flowers stretching as far as the eye can see, roses and daisies, pansies and lavender all sprouting together in this one place. Osmu still loses his breath whenever he sees it, even dream recollections understate the pureness of such a place, the true divinity that hides beneath the soil.
It was through this field Osmu always entered Ibrahim, preferring the scenery to the slightly quicker road by horse. Osmu enjoyed these times, these brief moments of respite from his military duty, it had been gnawing away at him lately, the constant piles of work that always seemed to appear as another end. But now was a time for relaxation, a brief vacation before his assured promotion at the end of the year. Capturing the Shonaka thieves was a long and applauded task, and now thankfully Osmu could spend some time with himself, Aliza and Christoff.
Leaving behind the field of flowers Osmu continued into the derelicts, buildings that were long since abandoned after years of neglect. They were entombed to the past, however Osmu knew that the population problems may sprout some renovation work here eventually. Well over two hundred people currently lived in Ibrahim, with that number seeking to grow by the time of the next harvest, and there just wasn’t enough room in such a small place.
The broken derelicts were quickly replaced with the thickets, which still had Osmu’s old path cut into it. He and Christoff had cut through the thicket years ago, and it only requires infrequent pruning to remain a viable- Smoke. There’s the thick stench of smoke in the air, forcing its way down Osmund’s throat. The source of the smoke was evident as Osmund exited the thicket, the house at the top of the hill was burning.
Standing tall the house was alight in a violent flame, which was thankfully being contained by the lack of grass around the home. People ran out of the house into the arms of others, who in term began to scream. Osmund sprinted up the hill, desperate to help, when he saw more people approach, dark figures against the flames of the house. Moving closer Osmund could see their red armour, and the Vaunghe troops grinned from ear to ear.
Osmund awakes, slowly opening and closing his eyes. There’s something wrong, but it takes Osmund a moment to realise what it is. As Osmund opens and closes his eyes he can’t see anything, there’s nothing but an inky blackness. He can feel things around him, and the sensation that he’s standing on something but there’s nothing in sight. Osmund is terrified for a moment, still groggily attempting to remember who and where he is. When everything clicks Osmund feels his eyes widen.
The dark is everywhere, all around him, inside of him and there is no light because everything’s been swallowed up. Osmund scrambles, shaking when he attempts to move around. He doesn’t get very far, as his hands touch some kind of wall in front and behind him. Moving to the sides of this abnormal space, Osmund finds further walls on either side of him, knocking his fist on one and causing a loud metal clang.
Osmund spins, trying again to find an exit, running his hands upon each and every part of the wall. Looking for any kind of hole or crevice Osmund scours the wall to no avail. The smooth, unbroken walls are impeccable, with no room for a foot hold let alone an exit. Osmund bangs on the wall, feeling the pain echo in his knuckles. The darkness continues its slow creeping.
As Osmund continues to panic he begins to hear something, some sound from above. Ceasing for a moment, the sounds return in focus now, as the echoed sounds of Osmund’s hyperventilation. There’s a ceiling somewhere above, judging by the sound of the echo it was roughly twenty-five feet above, and likely lacked any reachable means of escape.
The rising storm of the dark filled Osmund, engaging him, penetrating him, starving him. Minutes pass, or maybe hours, it certainly wasn’t days but it sure felt like it. Time was losing all meaning, with no reference of location or passage Osmund was reeling, heart pumping until everything proved too much and Osmund fell back to the floor in defeat.
Osmund woke up an unknown time later, once again unsure of what time may have passed. This time however he’s slightly more rational, his mind pushing itself into overdrive struggling to comprehend what his actions should be. The first thing Osmund confidently verified were his surroundings. Once again touching the wall Osmund slowly and confidently verified the lack of any discernible gap or hole inside of the prison. From this act he confirmed two things. The first was that there were indeed no seams in the wall, and the second being the shape of the prison. It was in the general shape of a square, although one side had been replaced with a semicircle, creating a singular rounded edge.
How someone made such an object was beyond Osmund’s understanding, at least unless there was some form of escape above, an opening hatch used to dump the captives down from above. This smooth metallic prison asked a much more worrying question, and that was even supposing someone could construct such an inescapable prison, who and why would they do it. It stood to reason that this was the action of whoever tore away the sky, but Osmund doubted even the gods could perform such an act. There was nothing Osmund knew of that could perform such a feat, and thus Osmund forced himself to focus on the facts.
The prison was roughly twice Osmund’s arm span on all sides, reducing the chances of forcing himself up the wall. He didn’t recognise the clothing he woke up in, suggesting that it was the work of the entity that took him. The clothes themselves were well fitting and crafted from fine material, although his shirt leaked sleeves and his shoes appeared to be made of a material Osmund had never seen or felt before, feeling weaker than his normal steel capped shoes. Continuing to analyse his surroundings, Osmund is shocked by the sudden movement.
It began all at once, his prison began to move, it was shaking. Osmund struggled to keep himself upright, as the vigorous shaking forced him from side to side. As Osmund is thrown from one side to the other, he still continues his investigation, and that’s when he feels it. A rope. A thin rope with something sharp pointing out of it, but a rope nonetheless, just a little above his grounded reach. And yet this was almost perfect as he swung between the two points.
Reaching his hand out the shaking suddenly intensifies, throwing Osmund violently back to the floor, a breath short of his goal. The second attempt however is far more successful, as Osmund manages to grip the rope with both hands, now swaying from the moving force. The swaying and shaking continues to throw Osmund, however he fights back waves of nausea and dizziness as he plants his feet against the wall. It takes some time, but Osmund finally begins making progress, until he finds the point where the rope ends. It just melds with the wall, sliding inside through a thin hole that Osmund’s finger couldn’t touch.
Besides the rope however is a protrusion. A small one, reminiscent of a saddle on a horse protrudes from the wall, covered in a seemingly leather material. Osmund slowly places himself onto the object, and has a moment of rest, grasping the point to keep balance.
The swaying began to slow, no longer threatening Osmund; it subsided into nothingness, gone as quickly as it had come, and Osmund wondered what to do now. That was of course until he heard the clicks, the stretching of metal, and the fast pop of the protrusion. It fell, taking Osmund with it, back to the floor, before Osmund could even understand what was happening. Osmund lost consciousness soon after, not sobbing but almost in complete submission to the ones behind this cruel prison.
* * * *
Osmu runs down the hill, hands stained with the Vaunghe blood, and steel in his hand. Faster he runs, towards burning and flaming merchant tents and the burning buildings beyond them. The Vaunghe soldiers stood, slaughtering all in their path. And through the flames wanders the plumed knight, taller than Osmu at 8’9 ft and wielding a long axe coated in the reds of the Vaunghe and the people of the town.
Osmu forces his blade into a Vaunghe’s back, quickly removing it in time to parry another's swipe. These marauders were poorly trained, however even Osmu couldn’t face them all at once. He tried, slicing apart Vaunghe soldiers for as long as he could, but eventually it overcame him.
A slight cut here and a splash of blood there left Osmu blinded and reeling back, as four of the Vaunghe advanced to him. It was at this moment Osmu was sure his fate was certain, at least until she was there. Aliza stood, Osmu could sense her next to him, grasping his hand and filling him with something… energy.
Osmu shot back up, throwing the tip of his blade into a soldier's neck. It didn’t pierce but sent him back in time for Osmund to finish the job. Forcing the blade deeper Osmund guided the corpse into those of his comrades and sent them all sprawling, just waiting for the flurry of kicks that Osmund gave them. He squashed their brains into putty, hearing the sound of something behind him.
Osmu rolled, narrowly avoiding the point of the plume knight’s axe, and turned to face her. She stood tall, red armour shining off of the blazing houses, and she gazed down at Osmu from behind her helm. He raised his hands, the sword still lodged into the Vaunghe’s body, when he heard a laugh. From beneath the helmet this figure was laughing.
“My friend, why oppose us? We have the gods themselves on our side.” And with that she turned, observing one of the many burning houses, and began to wander closer to it. She wandered into the house, shutting the door behind her. Osmund could still hear her laughing, even as the building burnt down she still laughed and laughed until there was nothing left. Osmu was the only one to see the plume knight that day, and the only one who knew her armour was never found.
* * * *
More swaying awakens Osmund, after an untold amount of time. He swerved from side to side, although this time the swaying was far less pronounced, less noticeable. The swaying wasn’t pushing him into anything, only sliding him from side to side, back and forth. And then all at once it stopped again, leaving Osmund alone for another span of time. Osmund had given up, there was nothing he could do in this darkness, all he could do was wait for her. It was in these times of the dark that she came, since Osmund’s earliest thoughts, she would come.
Osmund called out her name, and it echoed through the room. It bounced back into him from above, echoing to him, becoming one with him. Osmund shrugged, knowing it wasn’t to be, nothing could save him now, this was a nightmare he would never escape, an eternal stumbling in the dark with no respite, and he sank to the ground.
And then there was light. It was as if it was always there, piercing the dark, flashing playfully on Osmund’s feet. It shone through, so bright despite being so small that Osmund could barely see anything, shielding his eyes. He moved his hands after a moment and moved closer, gazing down at the small, few millimetre tall hole that had opened to him. Divinity rested in this insignificant hole, this unknown space, it was the woman come to save him. There was a real force in this world, one for good, one that could help Osmund, and he began to laugh in joy. Then he noticed it. The light was growing, and not just a little either, it had begun as only one or two millimetres but now it was almost ten, and it was quickly increasing.
Adjusting to the light Osmund could now see his shoes in more detail. Bright reds and whites greeted him, alongside small white laces of an uncertain material, in fact everything here was of foreign material, the shoes bearing a symbol unknown to Osmund likely a symbol for the excellent cobbler who could make such an exquisite shoe. Besides the shoe, Osmund could now see the colour of the floor, bright silver’s the light bounced off of. Osmund could also see drops of blood on the floor, an unintended consequence of his climbing attempt, although where the injury came from was unknown.
The hole widened even further now, reaching about a tenth of Osmund’s total height. He tentatively pushed his foot through the gap when it hit something. There was something solid stopping him from advancing his foot. As the light grew Osmund realised what was happening. His old wall had been replaced with a new one, this time with a view. It was glass, and from the feeling of Osmund’s foot slamming into it, the glass was resistant.
Slowly and surely the light rose, revealing more of Osmund to himself. While waiting for enough light to rise he glanced down at his new clothing, which were both a startling white. White pants were crafted from another foreign material, although the shirt appeared to be an exquisite tunic made of common cotton. Small drops of dried blood stemming from an arm injury, which was by no means as bad as it should be.
As the light approached Osmund’s eyesight he prepared himself for the unknown he might find. The eldritch creators of such abnormalities would likely live in a world foreign to Osmund’s own understanding, and thus to survive he must be prepared for anything. The true oddities hide themselves, waiting in the dark gasping for air in the light, and now Osmund was going to fight it, fight the unknown, the separate, the alternate for they are not him. This was not to be a fear of the other for their abnormalities but a war of circumstance between Osmund and whatever could stand in his way.
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2023.03.30 07:28 TraditionalBrownBear Question about constant care and dogs who require shots

I have an upcoming boarding for a dog who requires insulin shots three times a day, and is older so she needs quite a bit of care, how do I charge a constant care rate versus my regular nightly rate of $60/night?
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2023.03.30 07:28 jizzy73 Thank you Charles, for signing my shirt

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2023.03.30 07:28 prettylikeadevill i feel like i dont have a voice in the household . why does she like socially isolating me

she took away my phone my laptop my ipad. if i want to contact my friends i have to use her phone. im not allowed to use social media. im not allowed to hang out with them either. it was one my closest friends birthday last saturday. i begged her to let me go. her excuse? itll ruin your orientation towards studies like what the hell does that even mean. i didnt study for a week leading up to it. she doesnt have a problem with that but what she does have a problem is with seeing me happy. its suffocating . i barely go out anyways. i have almost no friends because i dont show up to things. its my last year of high school and i thought maybe she'd be more understanding. she told me ill only be allowed to go to my farewell. my school life is coming to an end and i have made basically no memories with these people. at some point they just stop inviting you to stuff because they know you wont show up. it hurt so much. and my mother has the audacity to ask me why im closed off. if it s a family event i have to be there but if its a friends thing im not allowed. im so done man im so fucking done. why do they do this
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2023.03.30 07:27 ideaimpulse John Wick 4: Keanu Reeves Honors Memory of Deceased Characters in Franchise.

John Wick 4: Keanu Reeves Honors Memory of Deceased Characters in Franchise.
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2023.03.30 07:26 TAsparkySD Religious friends family is being haunted …. Input or advice needed

I didn’t know where else to post this. I have a decent buddy of mine who’s more like an acquaintance but a solid dude I’m trying to help out.
He’s religious but a no nonsense kind of guy and the last few months he’s been legit haunted. I’ve practiced and had my share of stuff but it’s been a lot more subtle, happened in trance or in a different brain state.
This is a very in your face you’re obviously haunted type of thing. He said activity spikes when he says his sons name backwards for some reason. Why ? Idk.
I told him being religious I can’t really recommend anything because of the “witchcraft is naughty” rhetoric taught in the Bible other than just blessing the house or maybe the LBRP.
Here’s some facts about the situation:
Bought a new construction home recently
The baby was born just a few months ago
His wife is “psychic” or “sensitive” and has seen spirits her whole life but doesn’t practice magick or mysticism of any type ( i have my doubts about this one)
Doors slam , Toys go off in the middle of the night with no batteries without stopping, glasses knocking over and breaking , baby monitor is acting weird
Wife sees shadows in the kids room tapping on the windows and hears voices, is getting old hag syndrome a lot , etc
I’ve been sent videos and it’s clear something is making a muffled banging noise , says something then slams a door freaking the dog out while he’s at work
Doing a Tarot reading doesn’t give much insight.
Who or what is the spirit that’s haunting them ?
Lovers reversed
What does it want ?
Does it have malevolent intentions ? Does it seek ill will ?
8 of wands reversed
The clarifiers I pulled didn’t help either
I think either someone sent them something nasty or the wife might know something that she isn’t divulging.
Whether that’s a jealous ex lover or some sort of entity that’s been following her for whatever reason. I’m not saying she’s full LHP at night but something doesn’t add up.
Id gander activity picking up is probably less about the kid and more about tormenting the mother.
My friend has spoken to absolutely no one in our peer group about this but me because I’m the only occult practitioner he’s met. He knows I’ve done spirit work with goetic, angelic and nature entities before.
He’s so scared I’m worried for him too. Any advice or input is appreciated.
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2023.03.30 07:26 toastymctoast10 New World Blues Ch 30: For all we know

?????, ???????, Griffion territory
March 23rd, 2291
The Slepnir trotted down the destroyed snow-covered highway slowly.
"So a guy throws a ball at a guy holding a bat and the guy with the bat's job is to hit the ball out of the stadium?"
"Yes, that's called a home run."
"And that lets everyone standing on the bases run to home for free?"
"Yep, how did you never hear about baseball?
"Locked in a test chamber remember."
"Well yeah but still, I figured the scientists would mention it."
"It sounds fun, you should take me to a game when we get back."
"That's a promise, as long as you root for the Boneyard bashers."
"Nevermind. Listen I say we rest here for the night pick up in the morning."
Frank nudged the horse slightly and soon began to slowly lead it off the highway to a broken-down home.
"Which room do you want?"
"I'll take a top-floor one. Hopefully, there's a bed, unlike the last one."
Wendy hopped off the horse as Frank lifted open a garage door.
"Got any potatoes left?"
"Yeah let me grab it."
Wendy took her backpack off and reached inside. As she did Frank took the horse inside and left it unhitched.
"Last one."
"'s fine give it to Unica...I hate that name still."
"Well, it's what I picked."
Wendy took the potato from the pouch and fed the mutant horse. Frank looked at Wendy and smiled from the inside of his helmet. As the horse gobbled down the last of the potato Wendy turned to face Frank who was taking out the pot and stove to cook.
"So where are we?"
"Should be near Denver"
"Then why does that sign say Wyoming?"
Frank looked up and followed Wendy's hand out to a sign by the start of the street. A small makeshift sign said Wyoming followed by gibberish. Frank took out the map he had stored with him and looked around.'s winter we're good.
"Alright, fuck me.....I took us the wrong way."
"What now?"
"Nothing. We just rest and go back to where. I'll stay guard when you go to sleep."
"I can find out where exactly we are...."
"Okay get inside quickly."
5 minutes later
Frank grumbled and groaned as he set up the cooking set and began cooking. Wendy held the 5.56 revolver as she stood guard, Frank seemed extra nervous he had locked the doors and even had his new colt revolver next to him hammer cocked.
"So what exactly is out here?"
"Nothing nice, we shouldn't have to worry but still."
"Okay..don't you think I ought to know-
Frank clattered the spoon on the pot as he called to her. She holstered the revolver and walked over.
"So what's on the menu today?"
"Chef Kingly proudly presents 200-year-old instant mash."
She turned and sat down as he got her plate ready.
"Not my fault you wanted to take the shot on the radstag instead of letting me."
"I know but you couldn't have just made the mac and cheese?"
"I'm kidding it's Salisbury steak. Come on dig in."
Frank handed her a fork and the plate as she sighed.
"I believed you for a second."
"I know you did."
Frank cut a piece of meat off and shoved it into his mouth as he chuckled.
"Mmm (swallow) I remembered a joke..."
Frank cleared his throat as Wendy looked at him confused.
"Why was the mutant worried his friend was sick?"
"I......don't know why?"
"He was a little green."
Wendy groaned as she took a sip of water.
"That was awful."
"Oh please, you loved it."
Wendy smiled as she continued to eat.
"Get better material."
The two ate in silence before Wendy asked again.
"Do you know what FEV is?"
"Forced evolutionary virus, it's the thing that made all super mutants and gave you your abilities according to what I know about psykers...why do you ask?"
"Just curious."
"Yeah, we learned about the stuff in training, found out about it after mom was a trooper then."
"What was at Navarro?"
"Old Enclave research base forced people to evolve using the goop."
Wendy looked at her plate and then at Frank
"Frank, what's out there?" She said sternly
"Out where?"
Wendy pointed to the door behind her.
"You seemed nervous lately and even more now."
"Raptors...they're hybrid cat-bird things, according to our biologists back in California they're the same story as deathclaws. Some pre-war army bastards wanted expendable killing machines so turned to nature, mixed wild cats with old birds of prey, then they got a dose of FEV."
"Wait deathclaws were made with FEV?"
"Yeah...why do you think they're bullet resistant."
"I just thought they were tough-skinned....but you killed deathclaws with ease. Raptors can't be that big of an issue right?"
Frank ate a forkful before setting down the fork and plate.
"There were once a bunch of settlers and tribals up here in Wyoming. (Explains the wooden shacks we passed now.) Then someone had the bright idea of helping more of their kids survive."
"Why would they do that if they're so dangerous?"
"The eggs, raptor eggs usually don't all survive, those that do were the lucky ones. Arms dealers sell the young to the highest bidders. Raptors are vicious but can be tamed from birth if done right and used as living weapons, NCR polices them and makes sure no unauthorized folks get them."
Wendy looked at the window nervously.
"Our saving grace is its winter. It's too cold for most to leave their burrows so they hibernate, usually when the poachers go to find them. Most don't succeed."
"But they're are they so dangerous?"
"They're smart. Lead victims into ambushes. Their ears hear things better than ours. Even a low whisper can get you torn to shreds."
"What kind of ambushes?"
Frank chuckled as he took the pot off the stove and readied a new pot for coffee
"OK, try to imagine yourself as a person in power armor. You get your first look at this thing as you cross an abandoned street with say two other people. It looks like a small cat with wings and a bird face, feathers all up front then halfway looks like a small panther. It also moves like a cat, lightly moving back and forth its yellow soulless eyes on you. You stare at it, and it just stares right back as you level your weapon. And that's when the attack comes. Not from the front, but from the sides..."
Frank stirred the coffee powder into the water as he continued
"..from the other six you didn't even know were there. Because they're pack hunters. They use coordinated attack patterns and they are bloodthirsty. And they slash at you with this."
Frank drew his knife and spun it around
"...3 six-inch claws, like knives on each foot. They don't bother to slice your armor like other animals, they slash at you here, or here..."
Frank pointed to spots across his body with the knife, spots undefended by the armor, before continuing.
"They know exactly where to hit, they learned it. Then once you're immobilized they take their time. Peeling off the armor plating one piece at a time as you hear your friends blood gurgling screams. The point is, you are alive when they start to eat you. Nasty fuckers, always kill them on sight."
"Why are they only in Wyoming then?"
"They aren't, they're Colorado natives but they migrate, they prefer Idaho actually, and other mountain states. Last time I was through Albuquerque a whole flock tore the place up for a few days."
"Really? So that's why you asked me to be quieter near Saratoga?"
"Yep, another job for us rangers back west is pest control anything too big to deal with by locals is assigned to us. I killed 35 alone in California last year, they're just more aggressive the more east you go for some reason."
Wendy finished her food and then set the plate down, as she looked around her nervously
"Shouldn't we leave now instead of waiting then?"
"No, the big and dangerous are out at night. Those are the ones I've been looking out for."
"There's bigger?"
"Small ones are taken down easily. They vary between 2 feet tall and 6 feet tall. The rare ones are ten-foot beasts. We call them griffons. They're usually by the mountains or the ruins of big cities. They can't be bred or nurtured, we don't even know why they're huge. They usually hunt alone, use their strength to brute force any enemy they have, strong enough to take out super mutant behemoths if lucky."
"They swoop down from above claw their skull in half in one swoop then fly away, and return for the corpse later. Saw it myself in a place in Dakota. They're different everywhere. Some in the Dakota rule as kinda chieftains perched up on those mountains with faces. The ones in Missouri kill everything that moves, even each other."
"They're slow at least right?"
"If you ever run into one alone you're gone, only a slepnier at full sprint can outrun it. They can take on everything directly except a deathclaw. If we ever wipe out the scaly bastards they're the next apex predator."
"How many have you killed."
Frank held up a single finger as he turned the pot. Wendy stared at the window, she heard a faint whooshing sound.
"Like I said we're fine. I've cut through here several times. They tend to stick to the same areas. Now get some rest I'll take watch."
1 hour later
Frank turned the pot of brew around as he looked at the map. He probably shared a little too much with Wendy but she needed the truth, it was his fault after all. How did he go the wrong way without knowing? He shouldn't have gotten them to the remnants of Laramie, it was a clear-cut road to Den-
Frank's ears twitched as he looked up from the map he turned the stove off and covered the pot. Something was out there, he slowly approached the window with his helmet light off careful not to attract attention. A large silhouette stood bathed in the moonlight street investigating the hoove prints made by Unica.
Frank watched as the beast slowly followed the prints to the garage door. He grabbed Wendy's rifle and slowly cocked the bolt back as he gently lifted it to fire at the creature in front of him. The beast scratched its claw along the garage door leaving a sharp metal sound in the air.
Just as the rifle was set to fire into the creature's eye Frank heard something else, a small whine coming from the garage. Almost instantaneous the beast tore through the flimsy garage door and rushed the defenseless horse inside with a loud screech only capable of an apex predator.
Oh shit!
Frank held the rifle in his hand as he stared at the door to the garage. The blood-curdling scream of the horse went silent and all that remained was the ragged tearing of flesh and the snapping of bones. Frank kept his eye on the door as he slowly made his way up the staircase, he tried his best to stay quiet, taking a few steps every minute, and after 4 minutes he was finally at the top.
Frank held his hand out shushing the frightened girl. He moved over to the room she was in and slowly entered with her behind him as he closed the door.
Frank stopped in his tracks as the sounds of eating stopped. A low bird cry broke the silence and then tapping, it heard them and was now investigating further. Frank signaled Wendy to grab the revolver in her holster and ready it as the beast sniffed around. Frank pushed the door open slightly more and in seconds the beast tore through the wooden door that led to the garage.
Wendy let out a small gasp muffled by her hand as the beast paraded around the downstairs portion of the house. We dy mouthed towards Frank.
Is that a
He nodded
White feathers covered the head and half of the torso of the beast, think black fur covered the rest. A sharp yellow beak prodded at the pots and pans. The 6 claws of the front legs tapped away at the floor. Frank took a small step out of the room and readied the rifle. He aimed for the eye as the beast examined the stove. The griffon opened the small pot full of hot coffee brew and stuck its beak in, it pulled back rapidly knocking the tin over and letting out a scream of pain. Frank took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger, the bullet soared out of the barrel and hit the the neck.
The creature ran up the stairs towards the two as fast as possible. Frank cycled another round and fired it into the creature to little effect. Wendy and Frank fired again and again till it was right on him. He dodged to the left as it pounced towards him, its hind legs knocking him to the side and down the stairs as it turned to face Wendy.
Wendy screamed as the beast stood in front of her. She threw the now empty revolver and stuck her hand out as she fired a large burst of electricity at the beast who quickly ducked into a side room. The griffon then stuck its head back out as Wendy panted. She watched it slowly come out of the room and just stare at her almost frightened.
A bolt slammed into the wall as Frank extended his robotic arm toward the griffon. He fired another shot hitting the animal in the neck again, the griffon flew down the stairs and pinned Frank to the ground by the neck as it screeched into his face. Its talons digging in but merely holding him. It turned back around and screeched up towards Wendy who looked down at the creature.
The creature loosened its grip on Frank and screeched back up at her. As she made her way down the stairs. Rifle in hand.
"Let go of him!"
The creature stepped off of Frank who took a deep breath of air.
"Stay right there!"
The griffon sat on its hind legs as Wendy helped Frank up.
"Are you talking to that thing?!"
The griffon snarled as Frank stood up.
"She's still pissed at you."
"I can tell."
Frank massaged his neck as he looked at the beast.
"How are you doing that?"
"I don't know we just....understand."
"'re still full of surprises kid...Well, tell her to get lost..."
"I don't think she'd listen."
The griffon screeched at Frank, who in response took a step back.
"Well she can't stay here....and I don't want her to either, besides she killed Unica..."
"And you shot her like 8 times."
"Are you defending this thing?!"
"Look, I think if we help her out she'll help us out..."
"How do you suppose we help her out?!"
Wendy slung the rifle over her shoulder and slowly approached the creature.
"It's fine...I think the FEV is acting as a kinda bond thing...I think."
"That is the stupidest thing I've's going to kill you now back up now!"
Frank drew the revolver from his holster and aimed at the griffon, the beast stood and roared at him.
"I'm not letting this stupid thing be the death of get back next to me before this thing gets hungry again."
"Frank! Put the gun down!"
Wendy moved closer to the griffon that simply stared at her, she reached towards its neck and grabbed the bolt lodged in it.
"This will hurt...Frank stimpak..."
"Stimpak...toss me one."
"Do you trust me?"
Frank holstered the revolver and reached into his satchel and pulled out a stim throwing it to Wendy. Wendy caught it and then turned to the beast.
"This will only hurt just a little."
She yanked the bolt out and the griffon screeched into the air, Wendy quickly injected the stim before backing up. The griffon flapped its wings knocking Frank over. It rose a few feet in the air before slamming back down onto the ground. It turned to Wendy and bowed toward her.
"You're welcome..."
Frank stood back up. And turned to Wendy taking his helmet off.
"So what did that do... besides waste a stim."
"She trusts us...well me more than you.."
"And how does that help us?"
Wendy turned to Frank and then back to the winged beast.
"Oooh no, oooh no I'm not getting on that thing! Are you crazy?!"
"Frank this is a once-in-a-lifetime said it yourself Griffons usually attack anything well this one is helping us."
"Only help this one is doing is helping itself to a free lunch when it drops us from 100 feet up."
"She wouldn't do that...right girl."
Wendy stroked the griffon's feathers.
"Okay don't do that, that thing just killed Unica....and probably has kill a lot of other people."
"You said it yourself she's an apex predator she hunts...Unica was's faster than walking...and safer."
"You're a cold child and I'll take my chances on the ground."
"Oh come on."

"No, end of the story."

The next morning
"How the hell did you talk me into this."
Frank muttered as he climbed aboard the feathery giant as it knelt.
"Relax she can tell you're scared."
"Of course I'm scared, I've seen what these things can do."
"Ya hear that girl, big bad ranger is scared of you."
Wendy rubbed the beak of the griffon as she talked cutesy to it.
"Stop doing that?!"
"Frank if she was gonna eat us she had all night."
"I was up all night keeping watch. And she spilled my coffee."
"Relax already. Diana won't kill you, she trusts us, now grab the reigns and try and ride her steady."
Frank grumbled as he grab the reigns and tapped Diana with the heel of his shoe. Instantly the beast turned its head around and stared at Frank.
Frank turned to the young girl at his side.
"Wendy how the hell am I supposed to do this?!"
"If you can't do it how can I?"
Frank sighed as he gently took the reigns once more.
"How did you even get this on her?"
"She let me."
"Oh she let you....that is such crap."
He looked down at the bird and sighed as he shook the reigns gently and leaned down to the beast's cat-like eye.
"Alright....we probably got off on the wrong foot let's just call it even and..."
Frank tapped the griffon gently on the side and it began to walk forward, he pulled the reigns slightly right and it turned accordingly.
"Holy shit!"
Frank smiled brightly as he looked at his accomplishment. He was on a fucking griffon and it wasn't trying to kill him.
"I'm doing it!"
"You look like a kid learning how to ride a bike."
"Shut it. Do you even know how to ride a bike?"
"Yeah, Sarah taught me."
Frank looked down at the beast and chuckled.
"Alright let's see about going a bit faster."
He whipped the reign gently.
Diana threw Frank off and extended her wings as she took off into the air and then down into the tree line.
"What the hell did you do?!"
"I just whipped the reign gently."
Frank got up and wiped the dirt off his duster as shots rang out in the air.
More gunshots rang out from the tree lime, Frank drew his revolver and ran towards the trees followed by Wendy. The two ran through bushes as they came across a small clearing where Diana stood ripping apart a small squad of men, some already dead one man about to die as she flung him into the air. Frank watched as the griffon tore through the remainder of them with ease. The last person wore a suit of power armor and was now pinned to the ground as the beast squeezed
Diana looked up to where the shout came from and saw Wendy. Walking towards her Frank followed close behind.
"She heard them."
"Yeah, no shit, who are they though?"
Wendy looked down at the last person and looked into their visor.
"Hey who are you?"
The person's eyes were still focused on the griffon.
"Please just let's you, Dorkins is're perfect."
Wendy looked up at Frank who looked at the person through his visor.
"Wendy let me talk to her. Go...go loot the dead."
Wendy stood up and walked away as Frank and Diana remained. Frank knelt and tore the helmet off the frightened attacker with his metal arm. A woman with tribal-like markings on her face lay there still frightened.
"I take it you're a part of the Putrescent Mother thing.....why are you guys after her?"
"She's the one.....she's the perfect form....."
"She has granted you immunity to our charms...she has tamed this beast....she's perfect..."
"English please?"
"You're not protecting're holding her back...she's perfect...."
Frank stood up and turned to Diana.
"Drop her!"
Diana unfurled her wings and clenched the woman by her power armor tearing it apart and then taking off into the sky the cultist screaming as they ascended.
"What was that about?"
"She was....they were raiders. Followed us from Utah. They weren't expecting the ambush from-"
"-From her."
" what?"
"I sat we let her snack a bit, she earned it...and then we practice a bit more..."
"Sounds good."
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2023.03.30 07:25 StepwiseUndrape574 GTA 6 Still AWOL, But Rockstar Announces Big Updates For GTA Online And Red Dead Online

Grand Theft Auto 6 (GTA 6) is an elusive beast that has eluded [official] detection for years. The current “big dog” Grand Theft Auto V was first released way back in September 2013, and has been available across two console generations (Xbox 360/PS3 and Xbox One/PS4). It will even be available natively on next-generation Xbox Series X and PlayStation 5 consoles, which is quite unprecedented in the gaming realm. So, while Rockstar seems reticent to just letting us wait in agony for any news on GTA 6, it is at least giving us some new updates on its two current hot properties: GTA Online and Red Dead Online.
In the case of the incredibly popular (and highly lucrative) GTA Online, Rockstar says that a big “summer update” is coming for gamers with a “fun mix of diverse” content to partake in. Even more interesting is the fact that the developers indicate that its “biggest update ever” is coming before the end of 2020. That update will include new Heists that will take place in a completely new location, which has definitely piqued our interests.
red dead online As for Red Dead Online, its next big update is actually arriving next week; on July 28th to be exact. Red Dead Online hasn’t exactly been teaming with new content, as the last big update for the online component of Red Dead Redemption 2 dropped way back in December 2019. However, Rockstar is promising a new Frontier Pursuit mode with a focus on “naturalism” and a new battle pass-type component, which is conveniently named Outlaw Pass. Finally, Rockstar says that it has addressed tons of bugs with the game and has taken community feedback to heart with this release, which is definitely appreciated.
In addition to the game updates on the way, Rockstar also took the time to address the well-being of its online communities. “We are also committed to ensuring that our games are fun for everyone and as safe as possible from modders, cheaters, hackers, and those who seek to harass other players,” said the company in its blog post.
“So far this year, we have taken action on hundreds of thousands of players caught violating community rules across both games. Please help us keep our communities safe and fun by reporting any sort of cheating either directly in-game or via our dedicated web reporting tools for both Red Dead Online and GTA Online.”
It's good to see that Rockstar is cracking down on those looking to spoil the fun for everyone, and its methods for “taking out” such offenders is among the best in the industry.
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2023.03.30 07:24 phatcatz4u I (25F) Don't know if my brother (28M) is being abusive, and don't know what to do about it.

So my brother and I had a complicated childhood and experienced domestic violence while growing up, we used to fight a lot and sometimes we beat each other really bad and he always used bad words for talking to me, however it wasn't a normal playful thing, it was actually violent and it caused a lot of damage.
As time passed by, things got a little better with our family situation but suddenly we had a terrible fight. So I thought our relationship got closer since we started doing more things together but everything changed when his girlfriend found four puppies. He asked if I could help taking care of them since he didn't liked dogs and I said yes but I wasn't sure if it would work out since I have two cats and one is very territorial. So he left the puppy remaining here because all of them were adopted and he suddenly started getting mad and changing his mind about where to left the dog, at this point I told him: hey I gotta work tomorrow and this puppy is very anxious so if he cries I'll take him to you in the morning. I also told him It was only until I got back from work.
He got mad and said that he hated when I called back my decisions, he has also been calling me bad names a lot until this conversation so I had enough and shushed him when he started to criticize me and we'll, he got even more angry and i forgot what happened next because I was terrified by the way he looked at me all mad and screamed and idk I got scared, I remember my therapist said I have a trauma with some male figures and this made it worse for me because I told him to leave, he wouldn't leave and kept pushing me so I couldn't open the door. I was really scared and i got nauseous and my head hurt like hell when he finally left.
This is not the first time that he has these outbursts, he has always been this way but now I can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm talking to a wall and i know he's my brother but he scares me and hurts me so much sometimes that idk how to talk to him anymore. Could anyone please tell me what should I do? He always tells me what I "do wrong" but he never actually listens to me. Should I cut him out of my life?
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2023.03.30 07:23 kafr11 Initiating pets but then bites

Hi everyone! My boyfriend and I adopted a 2 year old dog from a rescue in July. We believe he is a mini poodle/mutt mix. The rescue had gotten him from a shelter in Texas and they said he did great in the rescue and had no issues with people or dogs. When we adopted him we started noticing he was super reactive on walks to dogs and people. We also noticed he resource guarded but only with other dogs. We started working with a trainer and he has improved immensely in these areas. The problem is the biting.
About 3 months into having him, he bit my mom and punctured her hand when she was reaching for a blanket near him on the couch. He had never bit anyone he was introduced to so this was shocking. Since then, he has snapped at a few people (luckily not making contact) if they are petting him. It is confusing because he is seemingly nudging them for pets and does not growl or show signs that we can tell before biting. Once we noticed this we muzzle trained him and keep him muzzled around anyone who isn’t me or my boyfriend. We also just tell others not to pet him and just ignore, because he doesn’t mind them if they aren’t touching him.
This was seemingly going good until tonight when he bit me. He’s an extremely affectionate and snuggly dog. Honestly more than any other dog I have seen. He loves pets from my boyfriend and I. But tonight while I was petting him (and once again he had iniated the contact) he snapped at me. I pulled my hand away and really his teeth just scrapped my finger, but it was still very scary. I feel if I didn’t move my hand fast enough it would be a deep bite. Immediately after he knew it was wrong and was trying to make up with me (he has always been like this after snapping at others too).
I am going to talk with his trainer obviously but wanted to get some opinions. Why does he do this is if he knows it’s wrong immediately? Why is he asking for pets if he is going to snap? Where are the warning signs? I am so sad because he is my best friend.
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2023.03.30 07:23 StepwiseUndrape574 4Chan Leak Allegedly Exposes GTA 6 Lead Characters And Key Map Details

A pair of leaks have turned up on 4Chan that claim to outline details of Rockstar's forthcoming Grand Theft Auto 6. Fans of the franchise would do well to take these rumors with a grain of salt as there's no way to know for sure if any of these details are accurate. The leaker on 4Chan goes by Rhanadeng and claims to have been a friend of a disgruntled employee working on the game during 2019.
The source claims that this employee allegedly asked him to anonymously leak information about GTA 6. However, things later improved, and he lost contact with the Rockstar team member. One key detail is that this person also claims the game has been in active development since 2016 or 2017, with pre-production starting shortly after GTA V was ported to current generation consoles in 2014. The new GTA VI game world map is also claimed to be the size of GTA V and Red Dead Redemption 2 combined.
gta v mission One of the odder bits that this 4Chan user details is a minigame where players control a stream of urine from a protagonist using motion controls. On the protagonist front, there are said to be four in the game, including a driver called Walther Wallace and an unnamed former Israeli IDF person. Another, Thomas Branigan, is a smuggler who owns an aircraft called the Raven, and Marcus Burke is a drug dealer and father to a young boy.
The area is said to be based in Florida, with Vice City among the three major cities with one smaller city in the far northwest of the map. The game reportedly jumps around in time with part of the timeline set in the 1980s and other parts set in the present day. Missions aren't as linear as they are in GTA V or RDR2, notes the proclaimed leaker. Players will briefly visit a small central American island, but it's reportedly not Guarma. The game starts with gamers playing the role of smuggler, Branigan.
gta v car Supposedly there are multiple child characters in the game that mainly interact with Burke and his son. Switching between the protagonists isn't said to be instantaneous, but the camera reportedly zooms out and travels quickly to where the protagonist the player wants to play is located. Sleeping Dogs-inspired parkour is involved in the game as well, but to a lesser extent without wall running. The leaker claims that weapons function more realistically in the game than they have in past titles. An example noted is rocket launcher back blast that ends up taking out an NPC in one of the missions, where the goal is to destroy a helicopter.
Hand-to-hand combat is supported and is said to be similar to Red Dead 2, with the leaker noting it's harder to fight hand-to-hand GTA VI than in GTA V. Player characters can also gain weight in the game, and it affects character attributes as it did in RDR2. Mori Kibbutz is also reportedly in the game, but not much else is detailed about his character.
This leak isn't the first that has surfaced about GTA 6. Last December, a user on reddit claiming to be a beta tester, leaked a bunch of alleged details of the game. In January, another leak claimed that the game would launch in 2021.
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2023.03.30 07:21 Wizzrobes 30 [T4R] Arizona/Anywhere - Doing my taxes lol.

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2023.03.30 07:20 falester Hello again, Reddit!

TW: death, mention of suicidal thoughts and eating disorders.
I made the not so wise decision of letting someone follow me on twitter, forgetting how uncomfortable i get ranting non-stop where someone else can actually see. So here I am again.
It's been a hell of a year, huh (but captain! It's only march). Somehow, all the things that were keeping me sane and filled with motivation gradually faded away. I still have things that keep me positive, I do! Going back to the pink man was one of the best decisions I've ever taken. He and my fellow mexican have been the only two people that truly tried to comprehend me and were so communicative about everything that's been going on. They've been here for me and I am forever thankful. Two of my favorite teachers have been supportive of my Thesis, and seeing someone I respect and admire filled with enthusiasm for my own work just scratches that ick that my inner child never got to scratch. I also made a very cool friend with whom i share almost all my interests, that makes me happy.
On the other hand, things got out of control. First, I did bad on a subject that has a heavy weight on my emotions. Well, technically the first thing was mr "What do you mean we won't fuck? Well, goodbye then!", but he never was that important.
Then, the loss of my childhood dog, I'm forever thankful for all the years I spent close to her, she was truly unique. If it wasn't because my aunt reached out to me because my dog was in her last week, i wouldn't have had the chance i got to say goodbye. The state she was in was devastating to see, i remember telling her that it was ok if she couldn't handle such a sick body, that it was ok if she had to go cause all the love she gave us was forever stuck with us in this world. Cause, after all, grief is love's souvenir. Heaven is not big enough for her.
Later on, my best friends backstabbing me. I didn't see this one come (that's what she said). I've been through a big depressive episode for more than a month now, and they chose to get mad about it? They put my low energy against me, both of them speaking so bad about me behind my back and weeks later telling me all of that out of spite to my face. I did everything I could to be there for them to the point I got burnt out (hanging out multiple times a week, letters, gifts, emotional support, talking about them about how i felt about them and doing my best to try and have the best frienship i could with them) and i got paid back with hate? I totally did not deserve that. I never hid I was on a depressive episode, I wish I could control them so I can be there and be my best self all the time, but being sad and having less energy is not my fault. I don't know how i am supposed to recover from everything they said, cause i truly feel like I can't trust them anymore and already chose to get distant with one of them because of the last serious conversation we had. I don't know how to deal with loosing my best friends, but it seems like the best option.
What's more, i hate how my family always hide things from me. I know my mother has never been of good company, but I think that getting the bad news that my grandmother has cancer from my neighbour mentioning it as if i already knew it is a new kind of low. What the fuck did I do to deserve being mistreated so badly? First all the eating disorder accusations, calling me a "trastornada" because she just felt like it and demanding to control my every meal when I never showed a damn sign of having an eating disorder (BECAUSE I DON'T) and now this? I wish for the day wheb I can live far away from her and none of her bullshit will bother me.
Now, I don't know where to find the energy i need to do all my homework and also care for myself. This week I'll be calling a new therapist, but in the meanwhile i lack motivation, suicidal thoughts have been pretty frequent again, I don't feel capable nor have the strength to do all the things i have to do. I'm already behind schedule on all my subjects, I have no current interests nor things that I'm passionate about. I feel lost, i feel like nothing is worth it at all.
I don't know what the future holds, but i do hope things get better from now on.
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2023.03.30 07:19 Gloomy_Cow7437 Why tipping is important

Guys, I had the worst day. I was flat broke and went to dash in order to get my dogs food. I hadn't eaten at all today but my dogs come first. Did a couple orders, one was zero tip and one was 95 cents. I went to do a delivery that obviously had a small tip attached. It said to hand them the order. I'm just taking what I can get at this point. He opened the door and handed me some cash for a tip. 25 dollars for a 6 minute drive with a 2 dollar tip already attached. I got myself food and fed my dogs real good. I cried in my car because I already worked an 8 hour shift and I got to go home, feed my small family, and sleep. If everyone tipped appropriately, I wouldn't have cried over 25 dollars.
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