PET HAIR ON FURNITURE. ON FURNITURE

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Pet Hair On Furniture


pet hair on furniture
    furniture
  • A person's habitual attitude, outlook, and way of thinking
  • furnishings that make a room or other area ready for occupancy; "they had too much furniture for the small apartment"; "there was only one piece of furniture in the room"
  • Furniture + 2 is the most recent EP released by American post-hardcore band Fugazi. It was recorded in January and February 2001, the same time that the band was recording their last album, The Argument, and released in October 2001 on 7" and on CD.
  • Large movable equipment, such as tables and chairs, used to make a house, office, or other space suitable for living or working
  • Furniture is the mass noun for the movable objects ('mobile' in Latin languages) intended to support various human activities such as seating and sleeping in beds, to hold objects at a convenient height for work using horizontal surfaces above the ground, or to store things.
  • Small accessories or fittings for a particular use or piece of equipment
    hair on
  • The hide is not treated to remove the hair and therefore, it is still on it. The hair can be ‘natural’, meaning not trimmed at all or neatly trimmed and short in appearance and feel. We offer this in cow, calf, goat and lamb hides.
  • Leather with the hair still on it.
    pet
  • favored: preferred above all others and treated with partiality; "the favored child"
  • Of or relating to pet animals
  • Denoting a thing that one devotes special attention to or feels particularly strongly about
  • a domesticated animal kept for companionship or amusement
  • (of an animal or bird) Kept as a pet
  • stroke or caress gently; "pet the lamb"

Gromit, my hipster dog, is worried you aren't doing your part to reduce, reuse, and recycle.
Gromit, my hipster dog, is worried you aren't doing your part to reduce, reuse, and recycle.
1/160th, f/3.5, 18mm, one Alien Bee to the left with umbrella, triggered by remote Actually, the look on his face is pretty typical. Somewhere between "Ohmygod I'm terrified of the universe," and "Is there any chance I'm getting fed? Because food is very important to me." I intentionally chose this shot because of the slightly panicky look on his face, which is so, so a common look for him. I am in the process of acquiring several hilarious pieces of pet-sized furniture - this little recliner was $5 the other day, and I took Ara on a craigslist based adventure to Washougal the other night to pick up a gorgeous little chair, and we witnessed a faux-dog-napping. Craigslist...weird stuff sometimes. (The dog, fyi, is fine, and I have the chair, so all is well.) I even have a hot pink fluffy chaise lounge begging for a fluffy kitty or a Chihuahua. Ridiculous, I tell you, in the best possible way! I am also in the process of re-building my Nikon collection of lenses - as this is my first official post shot with my "new" Nikon D300. The lens is on loan from Ara, as I await delivery of my new 50mm 1.4, and work on getting myself either a 20mm 2.8 (used) or if I can swing it in the next couple of weeks, their 18-55 2.8, which even used is more than a first-born child. The new SB-900 is on the way, my new Lowepro is sitting at my front door (thank you, UPS!), and life is pretty grand. I still have to unload a big handful of SD cards, a Tamrac backpack, and a giant old Lowepro backpack that is the size of a VW bus, not to mention a Tamron lens (really nice!) and my old Nikon 24-120 I bought in 1999. Ara is booking out the wedding season, and I shall be tagging along as ever, and I am *this close* to officially launching my venture in pet photography. Social networking, fyi, is the *bestest* thing EVER. When Wallace cost me a few thousand dollars back at New Year's with a four surgical procedures over three days, my facebook friends rallied and raised money for me. (Thank you cards are half written - I have excellent intentions and sometimes a terrible case of procrastination.) Social networking also helped me pick out my company name - an old friend I did theater with in high school who lives 3000 miles away gave the final suggestion, which needed a very, very minor tweak to work. Sadly, Patrick convinced me it's been five years since Dave died and I can't go around begging for help getting out of the debt he left me that I am still paying off. I digress... I had so many incredible ideas - I really, really love Fabulous Bitches, but good luck advertising that anywhere where kids are present. I thought I would take it in a direction with a bit of a wink, along the lines of Chasing Tail, which is funny to adults and harmless for children...only the associated web domains? NSFW. In fact, not safe for anyone, anytime, anywhere. And if I am declaring it such, I recommend you think long and hard before you start punching names into your web browser. I thought of going with Irresistible Bitch and seeing if I could get Prince to shut me down, get some publicity. Unleashed. Pawparazzi. Frolic. All taken and would leave me with weird urls too easy to confuse. The site is a little ways from being officially launched, but I am the happy owner of, you ready? RoverExposed.com It caused quite a giggling fit last night, and while it implies dogs in particular, I hope to get some exciting other critters in the studio - I have a real soft spot for guinea pigs, actually, and have friends who have a tortoise who weighs nearly as much as I do. I'm not walking away from my gig as a numismatic photographer, which has been a part of my life for a terrifyingly long time (and I have been in numismatics most of my life at this point), in fact, my boss is a big supporter of mine and was my first official client. But this should keep me busy, covered in pet hair and dog kisses, and happy as can be. I get to PLAY WITH ANIMALS. And take their picture. And meet awesome people. What? How cool is THAT?! So, keep your eyes peeled, the site will launch sooner than later, and I cannot WAIT! I have a pretty excellent summer lined up with fantastic trips and events I can't even mention because you'll finagle your way into my suitcase, and I look forward to sharing tales of those adventures, as well as many more four legged friends with you all here on flickr!
On the inside looking out
On the inside looking out
You Know You're A Dog Person If... You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard but no small children Lintwheels are on your shopping list every week. Your freezer containes more dog bones than anything. You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore way too often. Your non-dog friends won't eat food prepared in your kitchen. Your parents refer to your pet as their "grand-dog." You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house but no babies. You open your purse and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-up pops out . You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work. The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work. You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are dog nose prints all over the inside. You don't go to happy hours with co-workers anymore because you need to go home and walk your dog. You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard chirping "Molly, Pee!" over and over at your dog who tends to play and forget what she's our there for. You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and the dog loves to go with you. You get an extra long hose on your shower massage just so you can use it to wash the dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip deep in water. You and the dog come down with something flu like on the same day. The dog sees the vet while you settle for an over the counter remedy from the drug store. You not only have dog toys strewn about, but your guests also have to be careful not to trip on the dog jumps. (well we gotta exercise them in the winter somehow) Your weekend activities are planned around taking your dog for a hike. You refer to yourself as "mommy" and "daddy". Your dog sleeps with you. You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your doggies than go to the movies with your sweetie. You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night. You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because the dogs are afraid of the brain-sucker. When your dog is getting old and arthritic, and you go buy lumber and build it a small staircase so it can climb onto the bed by itself. You shovel a zig-zag path in the back yard snow so your dog can reach all of his favorite places. Your have 32 different names for your dogs. Most make no sense but they understand. Your dog eats cat poop but you still let him/her kiss you (but not immediately after, of course) You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken so the dog gets some too. Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other. You are the only idiot walking in the pouring rain because your dog needs his walk. You send birthday, anniversary and Christmas cards from your dog. You like people who like your dogs. You despise people who don't. You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get. You keep eating even though you find a dog hair in your pasta. You carry dog biscuits in your pockets all the time. You make popcorn just so you can play catch with your dog. You talk about your dogs like other people talk about their kids. You have your dog pictures on your office desk. (but no one else's). Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your dogs. You match your furniture, carpet and clothes to your dog. The American Bloodhound Club Bulletin Spring 1996

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