madeintaipei posted:

This ain't the thread for it, but gently caress it.

Yesterday, I was thinking about a post you made about having all them animals. How they make their own little noises, how they all got their little rhythms and rituals towards nightfall.

I kinda feel that now, house sitting with two cats and four dogs, all of them rescues from the street or worse. Little things, with all their little quirks, problems, and preferences, together in comfort. Close my eyes and I can visualize what they're feeling just by the sounds they make.

The loud, comfortable snoring of the dumbest shih-tzu around, secure in her day's work of doing srupid poo poo and looking innocent. The huffing and puffing of the chihuahua, still trying to get one over on us all in his sleep. The low whooping of Denver, the dog, dreaming of running after poo poo as he tries to find new and fascinating ways to enter my body through my armpit. Kaydee, the old weiner-pit, farting her way through nap #10 of the day. The most nervous cat in the world doing his best impression of a Yamaha 2-stroke sport bike as he paces back and forth on the couch, stopping to headbutt me every run. The other cat, eating and drinking while no one else is totally awake, one eye on the door in case I get close enough to open it.

Every breath tells a story. Each pad of a foot describes a whole journey. That crunching sound means someone found a way into the trashcan.

madeintaipei posted:

This ain't the thread for it, but gently caress it.

Yesterday, I was thinking about a post you made about having all them animals. How they make their own little noises, how they all got their little rhythms and rituals towards nightfall.

I kinda feel that now, house sitting with two cats and four dogs, all of them rescues from the street or worse. Little things, with all their little quirks, problems, and preferences, together in comfort. Close my eyes and I can visualize what they're feeling just by the sounds they make.

The loud, comfortable snoring of the dumbest shih-tzu around, secure in her day's work of doing srupid poo poo and looking innocent. The huffing and puffing of the chihuahua, still trying to get one over on us all in his sleep. The low whooping of Denver, the dog, dreaming of running after poo poo as he tries to find new and fascinating ways to enter my body through my armpit. Kaydee, the old weiner-pit, farting her way through nap #10 of the day. The most nervous cat in the world doing his best impression of a Yamaha 2-stroke sport bike as he paces back and forth on the couch, stopping to headbutt me every run. The other cat, eating and drinking while no one else is totally awake, one eye on the door in case I get close enough to open it.

Every breath tells a story. Each pad of a foot describes a whole journey. That crunching sound means someone found a way into the trashcan.

bulletsponge13 posted:

I'm glad you are finding little bits of peace.

madeintaipei posted:

This ain't the thread for it, but gently caress it.

Yesterday, I was thinking about a post you made about having all them animals. How they make their own little noises, how they all got their little rhythms and rituals towards nightfall.

I kinda feel that now, house sitting with two cats and four dogs, all of them rescues from the street or worse. Little things, with all their little quirks, problems, and preferences, together in comfort. Close my eyes and I can visualize what they're feeling just by the sounds they make.

The loud, comfortable snoring of the dumbest shih-tzu around, secure in her day's work of doing srupid poo poo and looking innocent. The huffing and puffing of the chihuahua, still trying to get one over on us all in his sleep. The low whooping of Denver, the dog, dreaming of running after poo poo as he tries to find new and fascinating ways to enter my body through my armpit. Kaydee, the old weiner-pit, farting her way through nap #10 of the day. The most nervous cat in the world doing his best impression of a Yamaha 2-stroke sport bike as he paces back and forth on the couch, stopping to headbutt me every run. The other cat, eating and drinking while no one else is totally awake, one eye on the door in case I get close enough to open it.

Every breath tells a story. Each pad of a foot describes a whole journey. That crunching sound means someone found a way into the trashcan.

madeintaipei posted:

This ain't the thread for it, but gently caress it.

Yesterday, I was thinking about a post you made about having all them animals. How they make their own little noises, how they all got their little rhythms and rituals towards nightfall.

I kinda feel that now, house sitting with two cats and four dogs, all of them rescues from the street or worse. Little things, with all their little quirks, problems, and preferences, together in comfort. Close my eyes and I can visualize what they're feeling just by the sounds they make.

The loud, comfortable snoring of the dumbest shih-tzu around, secure in her day's work of doing srupid poo poo and looking innocent. The huffing and puffing of the chihuahua, still trying to get one over on us all in his sleep. The low whooping of Denver, the dog, dreaming of running after poo poo as he tries to find new and fascinating ways to enter my body through my armpit. Kaydee, the old weiner-pit, farting her way through nap #10 of the day. The most nervous cat in the world doing his best impression of a Yamaha 2-stroke sport bike as he paces back and forth on the couch, stopping to headbutt me every run. The other cat, eating and drinking while no one else is totally awake, one eye on the door in case I get close enough to open it.

Every breath tells a story. Each pad of a foot describes a whole journey. That crunching sound means someone found a way into the trashcan.

UwUnabomber posted:

I would like to see the Weiner-Pit please.

madeintaipei posted:

If you wanna help me figure out why Imgur doesn't work, I'd be happy to. gently caress it, give me a phone number or email address and I'd give you a picture.

Absent that, imagine a dachshund. Buff in color, wide stanced, standy-upy ears, forehead as wide as it's entire head is long. Short-ish snout, wider nose. Less fat and more muscle. Feels like a stuffed sausage casing. Both breeds have them eyes that search yourn out, so no change in intelligence. Small, but she stands her ground. Impossible to knock over.

Curiously dense. A hungry cinder block with legs.

Only reason I know what she is, is that a buddy of mine in Florida bred them like that.

A good joke. Also, good dogs.

Silly Newbie posted:

If you don't write, either professionally or for pleasure, please start. Both those posts are art. And thank you.

Phanatic posted:

Scratch Monkey posted:

A seaman? with a gun? Ugh. As if!

- Some Noble

MarcusSA posted:

I don’t think it’s backwards

MarcusSA posted:

I don’t think it’s backwards

Phanatic posted:

It's more that the optic is backwards.

BIG HEADLINE posted:

And having a bracing hand on his shoulder to deal with the ~crippling~ recoil of 5.56.

Punished Ape posted:

Maybe it's for moral support, or perhaps a moment of tenderness between two comrades-in-arms?

Serjeant Buzfuz posted:

What kinda at sea gun shoot has a huge rear end scope? The hell?

Wingnut Ninja posted:

Yeah if things have come down to the CO of the ship pulling out an M4 in combat then things have gone pretty spectacularly off the rails.

Moon Slayer posted:

Negligent discharges are a normal part of commanding a ship.