I need help with training my dog! He's so CRAZY...and now my parents want to give him away cause he's so out of control.
He's a corgi-sheltie mix and is 10 months old
He always jumps up on people and ALWAYS bites your ankles or you pants or shirts. He also bites A LOT.... and barks A LOT. Lately, he's started to climb up on tables an chairs and grabs stuff on it...like he ripped up a DVD case and a bunch of our shoes.
I can tell my parents are planning to give him away soon...so i need to change his behavior fast! HELP! PLEASE! I NEED ALL THE HELP I CAN GET!
Also....could the tips be something I can do by myself...like something a teenager can do by herself. PLEASE? HELP!
URGENT! Dog problems!!! i need help fast!?
I am sorry, but I laughed as I read that. I have a young lab, and I can just picture what is going on, because I have lived (and still am) through it!
Here's the number one thing you can do on your own. Take him out to exercise A LOT. I don't mean just walking around the neighborhood. Take him for a run, find an enclosed field and play fetch. He has a lot of energy...it will be much easier to train (and he will be far less destructive,) if he is worn out.
Second, keep exciting items put away. Don't leave DVDs or shoes or remotes or food or pens or cell phones (hehehe...can you tell my dog likes to destroy my stuff?) within his reach. When you catch him doing something inappropriate (on the counters, table, chewing, etc.) a firm "no," should help out.
For the biting and jumping. (I asked a question about this the other day...if you would like to have a look.) Do not allow it. If he does it, say no, and turn away. If he continues...shut yourself in a room until he calms down. This technique has worked wonders (and I've only been doing it for 2 days,) with my lab.
Finally, ask your parents if they could enroll you and the dog in some type of obedience class....perhaps that can be your xmas gift. :) Good luck!
Reply:Walk into a local pet store and sign up for obedience class.
Do a google search on "positive reinforcement dog training".
Read the book "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Positive Dog Training".
ALL dogs need training. You should have started with your dog a long time ago.
Reply:the dog needs training. also, it depends upon the age of the dog, just like a baby, puppies make alot of noise and have alot of energy. but the reward of a trained pup is a lifetime of happiness. dogs are awesome!
Reply:Well, liek the person above said, you can take it to an obedience class. Also, whenever he does something naughty, like the ankle biting, tell him no, and hit his nose. [[ not hard, but good enough so he doesnt do it again!]] About the barking, uhh, try locking him up if he barks too often, and put a blanket over the cage, so he can't tell if anybody is in the room, ect. Hope this helps you! :) Good luck!
Reply:Sounds like a sheltie to me sweetie. You should have given more thought to whathaving a pet entails. Did you research the breed at all?
If he is 10 months old he should have began basic puppy obidence 4 months ago.
All I can reccomend is taking him to a class ASAP, my dogs all started at 6 months, they need to know who is in charge and how to behave.
Reply:Hey, all you need to do is give your pup some basic training and he'll be a perfect dog.
If he jumps on you; just ignore him. When he gets down; give him lots of praise. Keep doing that and he'll learn. All they want is your attention and by you going mad at him when he jumps on you, in his eyes, he has got what he wanted. So praise good behaivour not the bad ones.
With biting, use something with a bad taste, like a LITTLE bit of chilli sauce or the stuff you put on your nails to stop biting them! Put a bit of that on your ankles, clothes or wherever, and when he goes to bite you, he'll get a yukky taste in his mouth and, with any luck, eventually stop biting. Again, the instant he stops biting you, give him lots of praise so that he associates good behaivour with a pat on the head.
Barking you can train almost the same way. When he barks, ignore him, when he stops baring tell him "no bark" and then praise him.
This will all take a bit of time and patience, but when you get there, you'll be grateful that you invested the time in him.
Good luck :)
Reply:I'm thirteen and what I did with my dogs when they tried that was get a squirt gun and squirt them while they do the behavior saying no sternly.
Reply:Thats gonna be hard to do quickly. I'm no expert but i've got a couple suggestions. I'm sure some of the others on here will give a better answer. there are some very knowledgable folks on here.
Is he crate trained? He definitely needs to be if he's not. Has he been neutered? Is he getting lots of exercise. Sounds like that may be some anxiety with not knowing what to do with himself. Lots of exercise will start to help quickly. The jumping just takes time and consistency. Thats the hard part, you can never slip up, if you let him get away with it it'll just reinforce the bad behaviour. Do you know any basics of dog training? Sounds like you may want to get a book or something. There are some really helpful books to introduce you to dog training.
Those are all very common issues with young dogs but the training should've started about 8 months ago. Obedience training takes time and patience. See if there are any classes in your area. Not the petco ones but the real ones. That'd be a good place to start. Good Luck.
Reply:You should try a shock collar, i know it sounds cruel, but it worked wonders for my crazy dog, we have only had to use it a couple of times and the rest of the time you just have to point any controller at her and she immediately stops whatever she is doing wrong, she doesn't jump or bite anymore and she stays in our yard without a leash. we also have her crate trained and she stays in there when we are sleeping or gone, we have started letting her stay out when we are only gone for a hour or so and she is doing good, she is almost a year old and we only started using the collar a couple of months ago, i would definitely give that a shot. Hope this helps. i know what you are going through, my dog chewed a hole in the carpet and we almost had to get rid of her.
Reply:You have a mixture of herding breeds. Give the dog a job to do to expel the energy and frustration. Enroll the pup in an obedience class. Give it plenty of exercise.
Reply:Sounds like you've got quite the high-strung dog! I have a Jack Russell Terrier and used to have some of the same problems with her, as far as biting and incessant barking.
He's only acting this way because he doesn't know any better, not necessarily because he's a bad dog. Corgis and Shelties are both very high energy dogs and require a lot of excercise and attention. See if your parents will let you enroll him in obedience classes so that you can learn how to handle him. =)
Reply:All of the things you are describing are training issues.
This is the way many dogs behave when they are not trained.
He is not crazy or bad, he is being a dominant dog in a household with no limits.
Take him to training classes. If you can drive, you can do it.
Or have your mom drive you.
You need to learn to talk "dog language" so you can train him in a manner he can understand.
Reply:ur dog just needs basic obedience training.. if u cant train the pup urself, talk to ur parents about odedience classes..every dog has to be trained, some more than others. dogs are just like children..they need to learn right from wrong or else theyll do as they please and run free.
good luck!
Reply:Ok, bottom line your dog need discipline and obedience. First thing to remember, making your dog behave is NOT a punishment. You have rules, so should your dog. You may think you hurt his feelings, would you let a baby touch a stove just because you don't want to hurt his feelings? This is the way you have to look at disciplining your dog.
I would strongly suggest going to a library or the book store, there are lots of books on training your dog but I can give you the basics. I have raised and trainded alot of dogs.
First the biting. It is partly normal for a puppy to bite but look at how you play with him. Do you dangle your fingers in his face, grab him by the face and push him when you play, let him bite you during play time? This encourages the behavior, stop immediately. When he tries to bite during play time, dangle a tuggy or throw a ball for him, distract his behavior with something else.
Start immediately with obedience, take him to classes if you can but teach him to come, sit and stay immediately, should be done in several 3 or 4 minute sessions a day. When you feed, give treats, let him outside, put on his leash, or just when you go to pick him up make him SIT!
When he knows sit, set him up into situations where you know he will jump on someone, have a long leash on him. As he goes to jump, have the person with the leash GENTLY jerk him down while you say NO JUMP!! You can also reach down and grab the skin and fur on either side of his neck just below the ears. You have good control that way, it's a good way to discipline, push him into a sitting position and make him stay until he calms down. Remember to say Good Dog and lots of praising when he does well.
The same can be done for barking, set him up in a situation where you have control and know he's going to bark. Immediately say NO BARK! Grab his neck or squirt him with a water bottle but don't continue that if he enjoys it.
The biggest way you are going to have a well behaved dog is constant work every day. Making him listen to you little times each day will long term develope into a happy relationship because he respects you and others enjoy being around him. Also right now you must remember HE IS A PUPPY! Especially if he hasn't had much training before now he is behind in his development. Diligence on your part is key. Pick up those shoes and other things, prevention is huge right now until he becomes a well behaved adult. If you can't watch him, if you are busy, he needs to be crated. Limit the mischief and therefor not reinforcing bad behavior.
Hope that helps some, go do some reading or take a class and feel free to email me if you want to know more. Good Luck!
freckles
Monday, August 3, 2009
Middleschool horror story project- did it scare you?
It was private property, but kids used to trespass there all the time. But no one ever trespassed there any more. Not since that kid vanished, not since all of those scary stories and rumors rushed from there in a tidal wave of fear and confusion.
We had never thought twice about the spillway. It never occurred to us to even go there, that was, until we were warned not to.
Jake’s mom told us that we could play anywhere but there. We knew about the kid who vanished there, without a trace. But there was nothing supernatural about it. They could’ve been kidnapped or had fallen in the river. I didn’t understand why his mother believed all of those rumors, I assumed that was why she didn’t want us to go there.
We ran outside, Jake, his sister Mari and I. Mari spread her arms and ran about, imitating an airplane. Jake looked down on her. I laughed and watched.
We stayed close to the house and played for a short while. I was the one who cut the fun short.
“Let’s go to the waterway.” I said.
There was a silence, their young eyes staring wide.
“…Ok,” said Jake after a long pause, covering his fear. He began to walk down the long dirt path. Mari followed obediently, and I picked up my pace to lead the way.
“Aren’t we not allowed?” asked Mari nervously as the spillway came into view.
“No, it’s fine,” I said. The air became very still, yet the leaves stirred and rustled slightly; pulled by tiny invisible strings of air. We climbed over the fence; Jake helped Mari make it over.
The hill behind the fence was steep, weeds and dirt descended into jagged rocks and water.
“This place isn’t scary at all!” bluffed Jake, slipping down the steep muddy path carved down the hill. Small, worn down footprints were already in the mud. Where they the child’s? Or some other trespasser’s? Mari and I followed behind him. We were filled with nervous excitement, perhaps feeling more enjoyment than fear, and fearing breaking the rules more than the place itself. As we reached the stream, we took off our shoes, jumped from rock to rock, playfully dipping our toes into the freezing water and overreacting to the sudden change in temperature. Soon we forgot that anyone had ever vanished there.
Jake stood on one of the lager rocks, beating his chest and crying out a jungle call. Mari laughed and laughed.
“Ok, ok, it wasn’t that funny!” shouted Jake from atop of his rock. Mari continued to laugh. I wondered if she was trying to annoy her brother. She just wouldn’t stop.
Mari continued to laugh for another minute, and Jake was getting angry.
“Shut up!” he yelled.
I glanced at Mari, not really annoyed but puzzled. Then I noticed something odd. She had a troubled look on her face, as if she thought something was wrong, as if she couldn’t control her laughing. Then I noticed that as time passed, her laugh became louder and more hysterical, it began shaking her so hard that she had trouble keeping her balance upon the rock.
“STOP LAUGHING!” Jake called out angrily. He jumped off of his rock and marched angrily to her. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. She continued to laugh; it was no use. Jake sighed and let go; but as he let go, she began to fall backwards, not regaining her balance. It happened quicker than any of us could help.
All we could do was watch as the event unfolded, paralyzed, eyes wide, hearts nearly stopped. It happened so fast, yet it felt excruciatingly slow.
Mari’s thin dark hair flew forward as her delicate body fell the opposite direction. As her body met the ground, she bounced back and then settled, her limbs splayed lifelessly across the ground. White, pointed growths shot through her body like bamboo shoots, their tips stained with blood, her clothes dyed red. Her eyes were half open and rolled back into her head. Just when we thought she was dead; she lifted her head as far as her pinned-down body would let her. She opened her mouth and continued to laugh weakly, the spikes moving in and out as her chest expanded and contracted. Each laugh sounded bubbly and liquid as blood gushed from her mouth. And every small laugh was weaker than the last, and soon they died away completely. Her head fell back harshly against the ground, creating a halo of slick, gooey blood around her head. She had died.
“Ahh…AHHHHHHH!” Jake screamed miserably, running blindly up the hill, slipping and scrambling to his feet. He screamed an agonizing, piercing scream that sounded as if he himself were dying. I still couldn’t move, for I was petrified.
I looked up the hill in a daze, averting my eyes from Mari’s corpse. Jake was at the top of the hill, but he seemed to be clawing and fighting the air, as if some invisible thing were standing in his way. I had to run. I had to run. Why couldn’t I run?
“What are you?!” Jake cried, thrashing at the nothingness. Suddenly he was cut short as a huge, gaping hole grew through his back, blood and insides pouring like waterfalls, multiple holes spontaneously emerging through his soft body in all directions until he became a pulp, and fell lifelessly down the hill, head first.
I have to get out. Why couldn’t I get out? My eyes were wide, my heartbeat so hard and pounding that it felt like it would burst. Jake’s headfirst body crashed into the rocks with a sharp cracking noise, his limbs bending in strange directions, his eyes were as wide as mine. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I crouched into an upright fetal position and shook violently.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no” I murmured.
Suddenly, my head lifted up on its own, forcing me to look forward. I couldn’t control it.
It was a grotesque deer-like creature, with massive, deformed antlers that had grown in a gnarled mass; hundreds of points and branches of the antlers intertwined and stuck out like blades. The monster’s face was long and bone white, resembling a skull more than a face. It was oddly human-like, yet not, and it had no eyes, just a shadowy suggestion of an eye on the right side of its face. Its body was much larger than a deer- hairy, bulky yet awkward and thin, bony and stiff, almost zombie-like, with gashes and flesh exposed all over. It smelled like death, looked like death. It looked almost unreal, as if it were a nightmare.
“Who are you?” I asked shakily.
“I am you,” said the beast. Its voice was Mari’s.
Middleschool horror story project- did it scare you?
lol this is pretty interesting but be much better in some ways
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We had never thought twice about the spillway. It never occurred to us to even go there, that was, until we were warned not to.
Jake’s mom told us that we could play anywhere but there. We knew about the kid who vanished there, without a trace. But there was nothing supernatural about it. They could’ve been kidnapped or had fallen in the river. I didn’t understand why his mother believed all of those rumors, I assumed that was why she didn’t want us to go there.
We ran outside, Jake, his sister Mari and I. Mari spread her arms and ran about, imitating an airplane. Jake looked down on her. I laughed and watched.
We stayed close to the house and played for a short while. I was the one who cut the fun short.
“Let’s go to the waterway.” I said.
There was a silence, their young eyes staring wide.
“…Ok,” said Jake after a long pause, covering his fear. He began to walk down the long dirt path. Mari followed obediently, and I picked up my pace to lead the way.
“Aren’t we not allowed?” asked Mari nervously as the spillway came into view.
“No, it’s fine,” I said. The air became very still, yet the leaves stirred and rustled slightly; pulled by tiny invisible strings of air. We climbed over the fence; Jake helped Mari make it over.
The hill behind the fence was steep, weeds and dirt descended into jagged rocks and water.
“This place isn’t scary at all!” bluffed Jake, slipping down the steep muddy path carved down the hill. Small, worn down footprints were already in the mud. Where they the child’s? Or some other trespasser’s? Mari and I followed behind him. We were filled with nervous excitement, perhaps feeling more enjoyment than fear, and fearing breaking the rules more than the place itself. As we reached the stream, we took off our shoes, jumped from rock to rock, playfully dipping our toes into the freezing water and overreacting to the sudden change in temperature. Soon we forgot that anyone had ever vanished there.
Jake stood on one of the lager rocks, beating his chest and crying out a jungle call. Mari laughed and laughed.
“Ok, ok, it wasn’t that funny!” shouted Jake from atop of his rock. Mari continued to laugh. I wondered if she was trying to annoy her brother. She just wouldn’t stop.
Mari continued to laugh for another minute, and Jake was getting angry.
“Shut up!” he yelled.
I glanced at Mari, not really annoyed but puzzled. Then I noticed something odd. She had a troubled look on her face, as if she thought something was wrong, as if she couldn’t control her laughing. Then I noticed that as time passed, her laugh became louder and more hysterical, it began shaking her so hard that she had trouble keeping her balance upon the rock.
“STOP LAUGHING!” Jake called out angrily. He jumped off of his rock and marched angrily to her. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. She continued to laugh; it was no use. Jake sighed and let go; but as he let go, she began to fall backwards, not regaining her balance. It happened quicker than any of us could help.
All we could do was watch as the event unfolded, paralyzed, eyes wide, hearts nearly stopped. It happened so fast, yet it felt excruciatingly slow.
Mari’s thin dark hair flew forward as her delicate body fell the opposite direction. As her body met the ground, she bounced back and then settled, her limbs splayed lifelessly across the ground. White, pointed growths shot through her body like bamboo shoots, their tips stained with blood, her clothes dyed red. Her eyes were half open and rolled back into her head. Just when we thought she was dead; she lifted her head as far as her pinned-down body would let her. She opened her mouth and continued to laugh weakly, the spikes moving in and out as her chest expanded and contracted. Each laugh sounded bubbly and liquid as blood gushed from her mouth. And every small laugh was weaker than the last, and soon they died away completely. Her head fell back harshly against the ground, creating a halo of slick, gooey blood around her head. She had died.
“Ahh…AHHHHHHH!” Jake screamed miserably, running blindly up the hill, slipping and scrambling to his feet. He screamed an agonizing, piercing scream that sounded as if he himself were dying. I still couldn’t move, for I was petrified.
I looked up the hill in a daze, averting my eyes from Mari’s corpse. Jake was at the top of the hill, but he seemed to be clawing and fighting the air, as if some invisible thing were standing in his way. I had to run. I had to run. Why couldn’t I run?
“What are you?!” Jake cried, thrashing at the nothingness. Suddenly he was cut short as a huge, gaping hole grew through his back, blood and insides pouring like waterfalls, multiple holes spontaneously emerging through his soft body in all directions until he became a pulp, and fell lifelessly down the hill, head first.
I have to get out. Why couldn’t I get out? My eyes were wide, my heartbeat so hard and pounding that it felt like it would burst. Jake’s headfirst body crashed into the rocks with a sharp cracking noise, his limbs bending in strange directions, his eyes were as wide as mine. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I crouched into an upright fetal position and shook violently.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no” I murmured.
Suddenly, my head lifted up on its own, forcing me to look forward. I couldn’t control it.
It was a grotesque deer-like creature, with massive, deformed antlers that had grown in a gnarled mass; hundreds of points and branches of the antlers intertwined and stuck out like blades. The monster’s face was long and bone white, resembling a skull more than a face. It was oddly human-like, yet not, and it had no eyes, just a shadowy suggestion of an eye on the right side of its face. Its body was much larger than a deer- hairy, bulky yet awkward and thin, bony and stiff, almost zombie-like, with gashes and flesh exposed all over. It smelled like death, looked like death. It looked almost unreal, as if it were a nightmare.
“Who are you?” I asked shakily.
“I am you,” said the beast. Its voice was Mari’s.
Middleschool horror story project- did it scare you?
lol this is pretty interesting but be much better in some ways
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Poll: What would you say...?
I climbed up the door and opened the stairs,
Said my pajamas and put on my prayers,
Then I turned off the bed and crawled into the light,
All becuz you kissed me goodnight!
Next morning I woke up and scrambled my shoes,
Picked up my eggs and toasted the news,
I couldn't tell my left from right,
All becuz you kissed me goodnight!
That evening at last I felt normal again,
So I picked up my mother and called the phone,
I spoke to the puppy and threw Dad a bone,
Even at midnight the sun was still bright,
All becuz you kissed me goodnight!
Do you think this is any good?
Thanks!! ^_^
Poll: What would you say...?
WOW!! I love it I think its wonderful. I think good is kind of short to describe it. The lyrics are so awsome. I really really to hear in the radio someday.
4Real you are so talented!!
Reply:Threw dad a bone? lol
This is good.
You have talent, I can tell.
Do you write a lot of poems?
I would like to read more of what you've written.
Mike J
You're in my contacts, I don't know if I'm one of yours.
Reply:thats really cool, give us another!! xx made me smile... who gave you the kiss goodnight???
Reply:It's ok.
Reply:Sounds like something spike milligan would have wrote.
Reply:I like it. It says it all.
Reply:did you write that??
really good!
Reply:yeah thats awesome! did you make that?
Reply:Very good matey, got any more?
Reply:That is brilliant, sounds like a person truly in love.
Reply:That is so sweet!
If it is your own work, then it is really beautiful! You are gifted!!
lotsa luck! xxx
Reply:I think its Brilliant, did you write this, just brilliant....you are something else......love...
Reply:that is EXCELLENT!! i loved it.
Reply:I think it was a fun poem.
Reply:I'd say you didn't press spellchecker before you submitted. Now that tends to kinda negate your question some; is what I would say.
Reply:Wow! That was really good!!! You're very talented!
Your Welcome! ^_^
Reply:yes it is good. lol.
=]
Reply:That was really cute. I love it!
Reply:yeah that was really good but i liked that saying did you make that up or did you find that on the internet
Reply:young, swimmer, poet, lover, and British (Scottish)..... you are a man that is in extinction!
Today , the British men are really stupids. You are an exception!
it's really OK!
Kisses from Wales, UK.
Reply:Yeah its great!!! You've got talent
Reply:Yes I do. Made me smile and read it through to the very end.
I found it oddly touching.
Reply:Nice piece.!
-Published Poet
Reply:It's alright actually. Better than some of the deluded stuff that people are brave enough to type on here.
Reply:its ok lol
not the best ... but its up there ... definately my top 10
Reply:i love youre poem, did you write it youre self
Reply:I think it's awesome! =P
Reply:I love it! I think that it's totally sweet, and really cute. Whoever you wrote this for is one really lucky girl.
Reply:i luv it. i really do!!
Reply:It is so good you make me want to be bad
Reply:That should be a song!
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Said my pajamas and put on my prayers,
Then I turned off the bed and crawled into the light,
All becuz you kissed me goodnight!
Next morning I woke up and scrambled my shoes,
Picked up my eggs and toasted the news,
I couldn't tell my left from right,
All becuz you kissed me goodnight!
That evening at last I felt normal again,
So I picked up my mother and called the phone,
I spoke to the puppy and threw Dad a bone,
Even at midnight the sun was still bright,
All becuz you kissed me goodnight!
Do you think this is any good?
Thanks!! ^_^
Poll: What would you say...?
WOW!! I love it I think its wonderful. I think good is kind of short to describe it. The lyrics are so awsome. I really really to hear in the radio someday.
4Real you are so talented!!
Reply:Threw dad a bone? lol
This is good.
You have talent, I can tell.
Do you write a lot of poems?
I would like to read more of what you've written.
Mike J
You're in my contacts, I don't know if I'm one of yours.
Reply:thats really cool, give us another!! xx made me smile... who gave you the kiss goodnight???
Reply:It's ok.
Reply:Sounds like something spike milligan would have wrote.
Reply:I like it. It says it all.
Reply:did you write that??
really good!
Reply:yeah thats awesome! did you make that?
Reply:Very good matey, got any more?
Reply:That is brilliant, sounds like a person truly in love.
Reply:That is so sweet!
If it is your own work, then it is really beautiful! You are gifted!!
lotsa luck! xxx
Reply:I think its Brilliant, did you write this, just brilliant....you are something else......love...
Reply:that is EXCELLENT!! i loved it.
Reply:I think it was a fun poem.
Reply:I'd say you didn't press spellchecker before you submitted. Now that tends to kinda negate your question some; is what I would say.
Reply:Wow! That was really good!!! You're very talented!
Your Welcome! ^_^
Reply:yes it is good. lol.
=]
Reply:That was really cute. I love it!
Reply:yeah that was really good but i liked that saying did you make that up or did you find that on the internet
Reply:young, swimmer, poet, lover, and British (Scottish)..... you are a man that is in extinction!
Today , the British men are really stupids. You are an exception!
it's really OK!
Kisses from Wales, UK.
Reply:Yeah its great!!! You've got talent
Reply:Yes I do. Made me smile and read it through to the very end.
I found it oddly touching.
Reply:Nice piece.!
-Published Poet
Reply:It's alright actually. Better than some of the deluded stuff that people are brave enough to type on here.
Reply:its ok lol
not the best ... but its up there ... definately my top 10
Reply:i love youre poem, did you write it youre self
Reply:I think it's awesome! =P
Reply:I love it! I think that it's totally sweet, and really cute. Whoever you wrote this for is one really lucky girl.
Reply:i luv it. i really do!!
Reply:It is so good you make me want to be bad
Reply:That should be a song!
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Do guys really only want the Girly Girl......?
I am a very independent 24 year old, I have a very physical job that has been argued and is very predominatly male. I do very well at my job but it took a lot of work and toughing up. I find that I now get along better with guys than girls and find that I make most of my friends in guys. the problem is that I am tired of always being the friend. I am constantly looked over and thought of as one of the guys. I have to admit i do enjoy many of the same things as guys, like cars, sports, same type of movies/humour but I am very much a girl when it comes down to it.
So my question is... are there guys out there who find a independent woman who is not afraid to climb on to a roof or repair a broken fauset or change her own oil/ tire?
I am starting to feel that I should start wearing the tight skirts and pointy shoes in order to prove my feminity.... but I hate pretending to be someone I am not.... but I am tired of feeling alone and undesired.......
Do guys really only want the Girly Girl......?
Yes, there are such guys out there, but I will not give you mine...
I have my girlie sides, and my man helped me develop them further. (Nice way to say he made me wear skirts...) That was obviously important to him. But he never had any problems that I never had to ask for help when making repairs or taking care of the family economy. And of course I joined him in all kind of outdoors activities, from hiking to swimming and tree climbing. Sometimes I was almost as man as him, I just look different.
It is always dangerous to explain a lack of success with only one cause. It is true that being girlie helps towards many men, but it is definitely not important for all of them. You should look for other causes.
The most important aspect may be which signals you give men. Do you signal that you want to be one of them, and that you don't want to be treated like a woman? I am quite sure that you look for the special one and not just everyone. But how do you turn down a man? The signal you give him will also been seen by other men.
You say you are strong, and I am sure you want a man on your wavelength, just as he wants one on his wavelength. You have too look for a man that is strong enough for you, and not just one that looks if he is strong enough. Finding a match for a strength is difficult for both sexes, but you will feel it with all you body and mind when you find him. I'm talking from experience.
Despite common claims of the opposite: You have to consider how you advertise your assets. No matter how sexist it may feel, it helps to be beautiful. There are several ways to improve, and you have to find your style. But invest some interest, money and time in taking care of your outer self. It makes you feel good and it makes you look better. It helps you to give the signals you want to give, and it tells that you want to give such signals. The latter may be very important.
You have your girlie side, every girl has. My man helped me develop mine, you have to do it yourself. For me it was worth it, and I never felt that I had to compromise on my strong sides. Just trust yourself, seek success, and don't care if anyone envies you your success.
Life is there to take. But you must want it enough to go for it, and not stay stuck on the sidetrack.
Reply:omg, I'm only 15 but I have the same prob. Guys always consider me as just a friend never anything more. I hope that ends soon.
Reply:well,
it is true that some guys prefer a girl who will depend on them when their car breaks down, or they've broken a table, but it really comes down to the guy.
however,
don't dress up for a guy, don't put on makeup for a guy, do it for yourself.
the secret key is to be yourself, and having fun being yourself, try to enjoy life as it is, even though you aren't wearing a short skirt or pointy heels.
and when guys see how fun you are, they'll realise what they're missing out on.
of course there are guys out there, maybe he might just be under your very nose...
good luck, and remember, you're not alone ;-)
Adidas
So my question is... are there guys out there who find a independent woman who is not afraid to climb on to a roof or repair a broken fauset or change her own oil/ tire?
I am starting to feel that I should start wearing the tight skirts and pointy shoes in order to prove my feminity.... but I hate pretending to be someone I am not.... but I am tired of feeling alone and undesired.......
Do guys really only want the Girly Girl......?
Yes, there are such guys out there, but I will not give you mine...
I have my girlie sides, and my man helped me develop them further. (Nice way to say he made me wear skirts...) That was obviously important to him. But he never had any problems that I never had to ask for help when making repairs or taking care of the family economy. And of course I joined him in all kind of outdoors activities, from hiking to swimming and tree climbing. Sometimes I was almost as man as him, I just look different.
It is always dangerous to explain a lack of success with only one cause. It is true that being girlie helps towards many men, but it is definitely not important for all of them. You should look for other causes.
The most important aspect may be which signals you give men. Do you signal that you want to be one of them, and that you don't want to be treated like a woman? I am quite sure that you look for the special one and not just everyone. But how do you turn down a man? The signal you give him will also been seen by other men.
You say you are strong, and I am sure you want a man on your wavelength, just as he wants one on his wavelength. You have too look for a man that is strong enough for you, and not just one that looks if he is strong enough. Finding a match for a strength is difficult for both sexes, but you will feel it with all you body and mind when you find him. I'm talking from experience.
Despite common claims of the opposite: You have to consider how you advertise your assets. No matter how sexist it may feel, it helps to be beautiful. There are several ways to improve, and you have to find your style. But invest some interest, money and time in taking care of your outer self. It makes you feel good and it makes you look better. It helps you to give the signals you want to give, and it tells that you want to give such signals. The latter may be very important.
You have your girlie side, every girl has. My man helped me develop mine, you have to do it yourself. For me it was worth it, and I never felt that I had to compromise on my strong sides. Just trust yourself, seek success, and don't care if anyone envies you your success.
Life is there to take. But you must want it enough to go for it, and not stay stuck on the sidetrack.
Reply:omg, I'm only 15 but I have the same prob. Guys always consider me as just a friend never anything more. I hope that ends soon.
Reply:well,
it is true that some guys prefer a girl who will depend on them when their car breaks down, or they've broken a table, but it really comes down to the guy.
however,
don't dress up for a guy, don't put on makeup for a guy, do it for yourself.
the secret key is to be yourself, and having fun being yourself, try to enjoy life as it is, even though you aren't wearing a short skirt or pointy heels.
and when guys see how fun you are, they'll realise what they're missing out on.
of course there are guys out there, maybe he might just be under your very nose...
good luck, and remember, you're not alone ;-)
Adidas
Is this good?
I am only 13 yrs old and this is chapter 1 of my book.
It’s morning. The sun is peeking from the horizon. The spring air is fresh, and the grass is damp from the morning dew. The earth slowly awakens from the peaceful night before. Jake Clemons is always up in time to watch the sunrise. He’s up before the rooster crows.
He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He put on his red shirt and some blue jeans. Everyone was still asleep so he had to be quiet. He tiptoed down the hallway. He passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister.
After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn. He ran through all the hay and to the ladder leading up to the loft. He climbed up the silver ladder and jumped onto the loft. Hay was spread out throughout the loft. Jake crawled towards the loft window and opened it. Then he sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise.
Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time.
“Cock-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster.
This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off.
His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off.
“Hey!” Jaime whined.
“Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping.
“Fine,” she scoffed.
As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on.
“There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.”
It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan. He looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.”
“Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that.
“Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV.
His parents left for work about eight. They usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the grocery store as the manager and his dad worked at the local bank.
There was nothing to at the house. Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games.
“Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly.
“Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry.
They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home. He could now go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day.
Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle.
The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also.
As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county.
He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside.
He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on.
“Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed.
“Young man?” she said.
He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. This man was tall. He looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle.
“Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone.
“I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row.
Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen. She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce.
Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke.
“God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air.
“Anything?” Jake whispered to himself.
Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God.
Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. Jake jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise.
“Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak.
“Yes, dad,” he said panting.
“Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father.
“I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes.
“A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised.
“Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently.
“My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.”
Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God.
“Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs.
He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand.
“Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room.
“Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table.
Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room.
Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor.
Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls.
“Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder.
“Okay,” she replied.
They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other. His mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times.
Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes.
Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated.
“So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked.
“Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out.
Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say.
“Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table.
“Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school.
Last year, his best friend moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year.
The dinner was so delicious. For dessert, they had homemade vanilla ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards.
Jake cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room.
His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them.
He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk. He got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.
Is this good?
It's a good start. I suggest making the sentences less choppy. You could possibly blend them in together more than having a ton of small statements. But good job! :)
Reply:There's no way I'm gonna read that now; I have enough reading to do. But if I finish I'll read this. But I read a sentence and it said "the dinner was so delicious" it sounds kinda dry and robotic
Reply:WOW
That is a lot to read. Are you sure you don't want to put this in the heavy readers section?
Reply:Sounds really good! You're talented!!!
Reply:Sorry, I can't read. It's too long.
Reply:i want more!! encore encore!!!! i will give u a star but u must send me more!
Reply:My god, you sure write alot!
Its good but not really a genuine story, more like an adaptation from R.L Stein
Reply:ha they blocked the c.o.c.k in “****-o-doodle-doo!”
Reply:Honestly? For your age that is good, but you need to open the first paragraph with a bit more 'umph' - it starts without catching the reader's attention, it's too wishy-washy.
Other than that, you've done a real good job with it, plenty of descriptive writing, not overly chatty between the characters.
If this is the chapter in it's entirety, read through it again and tidy it up a little and make it flow - too many small sentences, where other punctuation would have been a better choice.
Keep it up, you have talent.
Reply:Keep at it babe, you're on to something there!
Reply:Too much to read, toots.
Reply:That's a really good start. Some of your sentences are too choppy, somebody already mentioned that though. Work on some transition sentences and you'll be in good shape.
What you also have is too much going on in a little space of time. The ideas in the first chapter could be expanded to have more content and become two.
It's really funnny. There's a Chester near where I live and there's a state prison there! Kind of ironic...
But keep writing. You are on to a good thing here.
Reply:wow a novel.......a star for that kind of effort
Reply:sounds good so far keep up the good work!
business
It’s morning. The sun is peeking from the horizon. The spring air is fresh, and the grass is damp from the morning dew. The earth slowly awakens from the peaceful night before. Jake Clemons is always up in time to watch the sunrise. He’s up before the rooster crows.
He got dressed quickly to watch the sunrise. He put on his red shirt and some blue jeans. Everyone was still asleep so he had to be quiet. He tiptoed down the hallway. He passed Jamie’s room. Jamie was his 7 year old sister.
After he passed everyone’s rooms, he hurried down the stairs and out the door. He jogged towards the big red barn. He ran through all the hay and to the ladder leading up to the loft. He climbed up the silver ladder and jumped onto the loft. Hay was spread out throughout the loft. Jake crawled towards the loft window and opened it. Then he sprawled out on the hay and gazed at the sunrise.
Watching the sunrise was a good time for Jake to think, and get his thoughts together. It was his only moment of peace during the day. He couldn’t possibly think in the day with all the commotion from his little sister, and all the work that had to be done, there was just no time.
“Cock-o-doodle-doo!” the rooster cried. It was time to get back to the house and cook breakfast. Jake usually made breakfast because everyone was just waking up at the sound of the rooster.
This morning he cooked scrambled eggs, toast, and he heated up some leftover sausage from the morning before. Everyone got seated at the table. It was delightful meal and got the day started off.
His parents usually watched the news right after breakfast, and then they get ready for work. Apparently they left it on, because Jaime was watching it when they got done watching it. He flipped the switch to turn the TV off.
“Hey!” Jaime whined.
“Jaime, you shouldn’t be watchin’ this stuff. It gives you nightmares.” Jake had already gone through experience. A few weeks ago they were watching the news and it was talking about some guy who escaped from the county jail near Chester. Jaime couldn’t go to sleep that night because she thought he would come and get her while she was sleeping.
“Fine,” she scoffed.
As soon as she left the room, he turned it back on.
“There is currently a prison escapee on the loose. He stole the security guard’s keys and escaped. He goes by the name of Greg Richards.”
It showed a picture of the escapee. He had a brown buzz cut, a goatee, and his ear pierced. He had a tan. He looked to be in about his late 20’s. The news anchor continued with the story, “He was last seen driving a black Dodge Ram. If you have any information about this man, please call the police.”
“Jake, turn that off. You’ll probably have nightmares just like Jaime.” His mother was always comparing him to Jaime like that.
“Yes ma’am.” Jake turned off the TV.
His parents left for work about eight. They usually got home about 5:00. His mom worked at the grocery store as the manager and his dad worked at the local bank.
There was nothing to at the house. Jaime asked Jake if he could play a game with her. He didn’t mind but she wanted to play some of the stupidest games.
“Okay Jaime, what do ya wanna play?” Jake asked reluctantly.
“Let’s play hide and go seek!” Jaime shouted. Jake never argued against having to play hide and go seek. It was one of his favorite games. He usually let Jaime hide otherwise she would whine and cry.
They ended up playing hide and seek for hours. His parents finally arrived home. He could now go do something instead of playing with Jaime all day.
Jake figured he’d ride is bike. It was in terrible condition with worn out tires, red and rusted paint job, and the seat torn up. But he didn’t care. It was his only option to get away from the world. It made him feel free. He rode it everywhere around town. Of course the town was small enough to see everything in less than an hour on a bicycle.
The town was called Chester. It’s a population of about 1200 people. Chester has a bunch of old buildings from a long time ago. But most of those are abandoned. People just had a hard time keeping business in Chester. A whole bunch of people moved, which caused a lot of businesses to move, also.
As he was riding his bike, he heard some bells from a distance. Not like the bells you hear at Christmas time, but big bells. They made such a noise that the whole town could hear them. Maybe even the whole county.
He decided to check and see where the bells were coming from. He followed the sound of the bells. It took about 2 minutes to get to where they were. They were coming from some large brick building with a white steeple. At the top of the steeple, there was a small cross. What kind of building has bells, and a steeple with a cross? He wondered. He decided to take a look inside.
He walked down the aisle of red carpet. There were people sitting in long stretched pews. Everyone was dressed nice and elegant. He felt like an outcast with the raggedy clothes he had on.
“Excuse me, young man. Why are you wearing such clothes?” an older woman asked him. He tried to speak but words wouldn’t budge. He was embarrassed.
“Young man?” she said.
He ran to the back of room. As he tried to get out the door, a man spoke. Jake turned around and saw a man in the front of the room. This man was tall. He looked to be in his 30’s. He was wearing a white robe with a green stripe down the middle.
“Thank you everyone for being here tonight,” he said speaking through a microphone.
“I am the new preacher. My name is Dan Miller. I have recently moved here from Alabama, with my daughter, Carley, and my wife, Joyce,” he stated gesturing to his family in the front row.
Carley had shoulder length brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes Jake had ever seen. She looked nothing like her mom, Joyce.
Jake figured he would stay and listen what Dan had to say. He didn’t have to be home until 8 and it was only 6:45. He went and got seated in the last pew. He paid attention to this preacher as he spoke.
“God has a great amount of power. He is so big. He can do anything!” Dan exclaimed raising his hands in the air.
“Anything?” Jake whispered to himself.
Dan preached for the next hour about this God person. He said God was the man who created this very earth, and created us to live in it. Jake couldn’t wait to tell his parents about God.
Jake glanced at his watch. It read at exactly 7:56. Jake was supposed to be home at 8:00 sharp. Jake jumped on his bike and sped away. His house was about 1 mile out of Chester, so it took him about 10 minutes to get home, but at the speed he was going, Jake could’ve swore he got there in less than 5 minutes. He jumped off the bike and ran to the house. He got to the door, swung it open and ran inside. He tried to be sneaky. He didn’t want his parents to know he had come in late. He completely forgot about the door making a ruckus every time it closed. He raced to door to try to stop it from making the noise.
“Jake is that you?” his father had asked from the living room. Jake was so exhausted from the ride home, he could barely speak.
“Yes, dad,” he said panting.
“Where in the hell have you been, Jake? You were supposed to be home 5 minutes ago.” His father was really strict about being home on time. He wanted to say he was just outside for a bit, but he couldn’t stand lying to his father.
“I was at a church,” Jake said looking down at his shoes.
“A church? Why were you at this church?” his father asked him with and eyebrow raised.
“Well, I was listening to this guy talk about God,” Jake explained innocently.
“My gosh Jake! There is no God. People just say that so they can have something to believe in. Now go upstairs and finish your homework.”
Jake ran to his room and went to his bed. He lay there, thinking. His dad was usually right about stuff. Maybe there was no God. Maybe Dan was full of himself and didn’t know what he was talking about. He listened to a complete stranger and believed it. His dad was right, there was no God.
“Jake! Dinner is ready!” his mom called from downstairs.
He headed downstairs at the pace of a gazelle. He was so caught up in all this God stuff he almost forgot about his stomach. He sat down and as soon as he was about to attack the food, his mom smacked his hand.
“Not until everyone is seated,” she said as she was putting the food on the table. He looked around and everyone was seated, except his sister. He almost forgot about Jaime, who was still upstairs in her room.
“Jake, go upstairs and get your sister,” his mom ordered from across the table.
Jake rushed upstairs and headed towards Jamie’s room.
Her room was all pink. She had a pink bedspread, pink lamp, and a pink chair. Her room was also a mess. Toys were everywhere. There was so much clutter, that you couldn’t even see the floor.
Jake hopped everywhere around the room trying not to step on anything. He finally reached Jaime, who was playing with her dolls.
“Hey, sis. It’s time for supper,” he said tapping her on the shoulder.
“Okay,” she replied.
They both headed downstairs and got seated at the dinner table. Jake and Jaime sat across from each other. His mom and dad sat at the ends of the table like the queen and king in old medieval times.
Today’s dinner was his mom’s specialty, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, and grilled pork chops. His mom sure did make a mean batch of mashed potatoes.
Jake could finally start eating since everyone was seated.
“So are you two ready for the first day of school tomorrow?” his mother asked.
“Yes ma’am!” Jaime called out.
Jake just sat there, not knowing what to say.
“Jake? What about you? Are you ready for school tomorrow?” his mother asked eyeing him from across the table.
“Uh. Yes ma’am,” he lied when the truth was he wasn’t ready for the first day of school.
Last year, his best friend moved away because his mom and dad got better jobs. It was a difficult time because he tried to make new friends but everyone ignored him. He hoped he would have better luck this year.
The dinner was so delicious. For dessert, they had homemade vanilla ice cream. Jake was so stuffed afterwards.
Jake cleaned up the dinner table and washed the dishes. Afterwards he went upstairs to his room.
His room wasn’t all decorated like Jaime’s room. It was more conservative. He just had off-white walls with the occasional artwork that Jaime had drawn for him on them.
He grabbed his notebook and an ink pen from his desk. He got on his bed and began writing. Writing was Jake’s passion. He could write about absolutely anything. He always carried his notebook and his pen in case anything that came to mind, he could write down. He glanced at his watch. It read 9:27. Jake figured he’d get to bed at a decent hour. He put his notebook and pen under the mattress. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.
Is this good?
It's a good start. I suggest making the sentences less choppy. You could possibly blend them in together more than having a ton of small statements. But good job! :)
Reply:There's no way I'm gonna read that now; I have enough reading to do. But if I finish I'll read this. But I read a sentence and it said "the dinner was so delicious" it sounds kinda dry and robotic
Reply:WOW
That is a lot to read. Are you sure you don't want to put this in the heavy readers section?
Reply:Sounds really good! You're talented!!!
Reply:Sorry, I can't read. It's too long.
Reply:i want more!! encore encore!!!! i will give u a star but u must send me more!
Reply:My god, you sure write alot!
Its good but not really a genuine story, more like an adaptation from R.L Stein
Reply:ha they blocked the c.o.c.k in “****-o-doodle-doo!”
Reply:Honestly? For your age that is good, but you need to open the first paragraph with a bit more 'umph' - it starts without catching the reader's attention, it's too wishy-washy.
Other than that, you've done a real good job with it, plenty of descriptive writing, not overly chatty between the characters.
If this is the chapter in it's entirety, read through it again and tidy it up a little and make it flow - too many small sentences, where other punctuation would have been a better choice.
Keep it up, you have talent.
Reply:Keep at it babe, you're on to something there!
Reply:Too much to read, toots.
Reply:That's a really good start. Some of your sentences are too choppy, somebody already mentioned that though. Work on some transition sentences and you'll be in good shape.
What you also have is too much going on in a little space of time. The ideas in the first chapter could be expanded to have more content and become two.
It's really funnny. There's a Chester near where I live and there's a state prison there! Kind of ironic...
But keep writing. You are on to a good thing here.
Reply:wow a novel.......a star for that kind of effort
Reply:sounds good so far keep up the good work!
business
My 15 week old kitten died suddenly. Any idea why?
I got the kitten's mother from a friend. He found it in the country and I took it in. It was small and I thought it was a kitten. Well, a couple weeks pass and we realize the kitty is pregnant. She only has 1 kitten in the litter. The kitten does well and everything is going fine until last nite at about 1 am the kitty is meowing extremley loud. I find her and her face was swollen, bubbles around her mouth and she couldn't balance herself. This cat has never left my apartment. I did waterproof a pair of shoes that night, but the vet said the shots he gave her would have opened her bronchial paths because he said her tongue was purple which indicated poor oxygen flow. He said he suspected she got poisoned somehow. We do have quite a few exotic plants around which the kitty liked to climb up and eat the leaves off of. The vet also gave her a pain pill, and two shots then said she needed to stay at least a night. He called about 3 hours later and said the cat was dead.
My 15 week old kitten died suddenly. Any idea why?
There are thousands and thousands and thousands of poison plants (to cats). Yes, it was probably a plant that got it. It may get the cat next. Here is a website that lists plants poisonous to animals.
http://vet.purdue.edu/depts/addl/toxic/b...
Also, make sure that all of your household cleaners are out of reach to cats. And any pesticides.
Reply:This is so sad, and I am so sorry. It sounds like some sort of poisoning. Shame on whoever said shame on you. It is not your fault. Don't let idiots make you feel bad. Poor sweet baby. Give yourself time to grieve, and then get a new kitten. Keep plants out of the way. There is no way to truly know what killed the sweet baby.
Reply:Sorry to hear about your cat. ((HUGS)) It probably was the plants.
Reply:im sorry about your kitty:( but it was prolly food poisiong.. do you have ne mean neighbors that dont like cats? also anything around you that the cat can get into including the neighbors stuff it could of gotten sick most likely from some kind of fertilizer. thats what happened to my cat
Reply:You should get the vet to do an autopsy if possible! if it was a toxic reaction to a plant then it would probably show in a liver tissue test!
Reply:Obviously there could be several reasons here BUT how can a vet perform procedures to attempt to help her and after she dies not be able to give you an explanation!
Id say the vet mis diagnosed and hopefully didn't charge you w/o telling you how she died.
Point being, my finger would be pointed back at the vet and how he treated/mistreated (which is very common)
A vet is suppose to be a professional with animals and if they treat the animal it should be in a way that addresses the problem which he never defined AND after she died he should have been able to determine what exactly it was.
Its very easy for vets to over medicate especially if he knew she may have been poisoned.
I mean seriously the guy seems like somewhat of a quack.
No results of any kind after how much $$.
something wrong here.
Reply:HOW DARE YOU LEAVE PLANTS WITH AN INNOCENT CAT!!! *SHAME FINGERS*
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My 15 week old kitten died suddenly. Any idea why?
There are thousands and thousands and thousands of poison plants (to cats). Yes, it was probably a plant that got it. It may get the cat next. Here is a website that lists plants poisonous to animals.
http://vet.purdue.edu/depts/addl/toxic/b...
Also, make sure that all of your household cleaners are out of reach to cats. And any pesticides.
Reply:This is so sad, and I am so sorry. It sounds like some sort of poisoning. Shame on whoever said shame on you. It is not your fault. Don't let idiots make you feel bad. Poor sweet baby. Give yourself time to grieve, and then get a new kitten. Keep plants out of the way. There is no way to truly know what killed the sweet baby.
Reply:Sorry to hear about your cat. ((HUGS)) It probably was the plants.
Reply:im sorry about your kitty:( but it was prolly food poisiong.. do you have ne mean neighbors that dont like cats? also anything around you that the cat can get into including the neighbors stuff it could of gotten sick most likely from some kind of fertilizer. thats what happened to my cat
Reply:You should get the vet to do an autopsy if possible! if it was a toxic reaction to a plant then it would probably show in a liver tissue test!
Reply:Obviously there could be several reasons here BUT how can a vet perform procedures to attempt to help her and after she dies not be able to give you an explanation!
Id say the vet mis diagnosed and hopefully didn't charge you w/o telling you how she died.
Point being, my finger would be pointed back at the vet and how he treated/mistreated (which is very common)
A vet is suppose to be a professional with animals and if they treat the animal it should be in a way that addresses the problem which he never defined AND after she died he should have been able to determine what exactly it was.
Its very easy for vets to over medicate especially if he knew she may have been poisoned.
I mean seriously the guy seems like somewhat of a quack.
No results of any kind after how much $$.
something wrong here.
Reply:HOW DARE YOU LEAVE PLANTS WITH AN INNOCENT CAT!!! *SHAME FINGERS*
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Here are 50 uses for condoms enjoy?
Who said there aren't perfectly good uses for used condoms? I can give you at least 50 that are sure to be great examples...
Bicycle handle grips.
French tickler animals.
Shower caps for people with tiny heads.
Put one on a light bulb for mood lighting.
Fill one with helium and tie a note to it.
Get 1000 and make a submarine.
Put one over the showerhead to surprise Dad.
Put 'em on your cat's feet to keep it from climbing the curtains.
Blow a bunch up and tie them to the cars outside a wedding.
Put one on your nose and be Bobo the clown.
Water wings for those non-swimmers.
Use 500 of them to spell out "We Want Women!!" on your house.
Jello molds.
Finger puppets.
A wind sock.
Use as a bobber when fishing.
Put them on soda cans to keep the fizz in when you're not drinking it.
Practical joke: Put one on an exhaust pipe.
Suspenders.
Recycle as a Burger King ketchup baggie. (or would mayonnaise be better?)
Small animal muzzle.
Put them on your fingers %26amp; play proctologist.
Put them on your toes to make swim fins.
Draw eyeballs on them and make funny glasses.
Automatic door closing devices.
Have 'water' balloon fights.
Glue a bunch together and use to replace silicon breast implants.
Freeze them for an all- natural Popsicle.
Glue several together and sell as a "Stretch Man" toy.
Use for a Xmas stocking for those times when coal doesn't tell 'em just
how bad they screwed up this year.
Ear/nose plugs.
Use 365 of them to make into a tire, and call it a "Good Year".
Replace those old "Dr. Scholls" shoe cushions.
Feed them to your pet iguana, Clyde.
Paint scales on them %26amp; put them in a fish tank.
"I challenge you to a duel!"
Drain plugs.
Put them in with your tax return.
Go see "Saturday Night Fever" and throw them at the screen.
Punching bags.
Hang them on the blades of a ceiling fan.
Send 50 of them to your ex-girlfriend.
Novelty key rings.
Hang them all around your windshield and be a Chicano.
Spell "Happy Birthday" on a cake.
Break out your paints and make wax fruit.
Put them on your nipples and try to swing them in opposite directions.
Make a "water" bed.
Put your money in one. Nobody will steal it!
Stick one on the bridge of your nose and run around saying "Gobble Gobble".
Here are 50 uses for condoms enjoy?
you know... i am sorry but these were not funny at all!
Reply:did u make these up all by yourself?
Reply:kinda funny but gross, especially the jello mold part, I mean they are USED.
Reply:Yawn
U must be a rich man to have so much time to come up with 50 different uses.
Next time make it something that doesn't take 15 minutes to read
Reply:what an idiot
Reply:I must say, some of those are pretty funny!
Reply:or put lotion in them and leave them in public parks - the lotion looks like the real deal :(
Reply:huh
Reply:hahahahaha pretty goood those are thumbs way up man rofl
Reply:haha good ones! Did you know they are also great for pregnancy prevention!!?
Reply:i thought they were really funny, i got caught at the office while laughing at them, but my boss was too embarrassed after he read a couple and forgot to yell at me :)
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Bicycle handle grips.
French tickler animals.
Shower caps for people with tiny heads.
Put one on a light bulb for mood lighting.
Fill one with helium and tie a note to it.
Get 1000 and make a submarine.
Put one over the showerhead to surprise Dad.
Put 'em on your cat's feet to keep it from climbing the curtains.
Blow a bunch up and tie them to the cars outside a wedding.
Put one on your nose and be Bobo the clown.
Water wings for those non-swimmers.
Use 500 of them to spell out "We Want Women!!" on your house.
Jello molds.
Finger puppets.
A wind sock.
Use as a bobber when fishing.
Put them on soda cans to keep the fizz in when you're not drinking it.
Practical joke: Put one on an exhaust pipe.
Suspenders.
Recycle as a Burger King ketchup baggie. (or would mayonnaise be better?)
Small animal muzzle.
Put them on your fingers %26amp; play proctologist.
Put them on your toes to make swim fins.
Draw eyeballs on them and make funny glasses.
Automatic door closing devices.
Have 'water' balloon fights.
Glue a bunch together and use to replace silicon breast implants.
Freeze them for an all- natural Popsicle.
Glue several together and sell as a "Stretch Man" toy.
Use for a Xmas stocking for those times when coal doesn't tell 'em just
how bad they screwed up this year.
Ear/nose plugs.
Use 365 of them to make into a tire, and call it a "Good Year".
Replace those old "Dr. Scholls" shoe cushions.
Feed them to your pet iguana, Clyde.
Paint scales on them %26amp; put them in a fish tank.
"I challenge you to a duel!"
Drain plugs.
Put them in with your tax return.
Go see "Saturday Night Fever" and throw them at the screen.
Punching bags.
Hang them on the blades of a ceiling fan.
Send 50 of them to your ex-girlfriend.
Novelty key rings.
Hang them all around your windshield and be a Chicano.
Spell "Happy Birthday" on a cake.
Break out your paints and make wax fruit.
Put them on your nipples and try to swing them in opposite directions.
Make a "water" bed.
Put your money in one. Nobody will steal it!
Stick one on the bridge of your nose and run around saying "Gobble Gobble".
Here are 50 uses for condoms enjoy?
you know... i am sorry but these were not funny at all!
Reply:did u make these up all by yourself?
Reply:kinda funny but gross, especially the jello mold part, I mean they are USED.
Reply:Yawn
U must be a rich man to have so much time to come up with 50 different uses.
Next time make it something that doesn't take 15 minutes to read
Reply:what an idiot
Reply:I must say, some of those are pretty funny!
Reply:or put lotion in them and leave them in public parks - the lotion looks like the real deal :(
Reply:huh
Reply:hahahahaha pretty goood those are thumbs way up man rofl
Reply:haha good ones! Did you know they are also great for pregnancy prevention!!?
Reply:i thought they were really funny, i got caught at the office while laughing at them, but my boss was too embarrassed after he read a couple and forgot to yell at me :)
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