A few minutes ago, a friend told me about a wolfhound birthday party that her colleague had to attend. Listen… Guests, neighbors and other stakeholders gathered to congratulate dog on the occasion of the two-year anniversary next to balloon-hugged dog house. The hosts brought the sausage cake decorated with two candles and mini fireworks, the balloons fluttered in the wind, and the suite roared in the rhythm of the dog's barking. If D. Charms did not like German shepherds, then after this story I begin to feel a strange contempt for wolfhound. But maybe not worth it, because the fetish is rooted in society despite the breed of dog, and a bunch of ideas for dog birthday parties are thrown by professionals. Let leave fun alone, dogs no longer living doggy life, they cant survive without a spa and plasma TV in the dog house. I wonder what Bible proponents thinks about it? “Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under the...
As a child, you were told not to: Eat chocolate cake for breakfast; pencil contaminate the walls; go out of the pool with wet hair; to lie; Do not go to bed after midnight and keep your eyes on the notebook screen; go outside until you have sorted out your room; Smoking later became taboo, as did alcohol, and unhealthy food, not to mention sleeping with everyone, was mentioned by parents much later. All of this and more was a great evil for which you had to be eaten by vampires and witches living under the bed, and later by a financial crisis, with the pocket money cut by parents. And here's when you're an adult and have the money, you can already: eat sweets; contaminate the walls of your home as much as you want; for a professional lie they pay you; you don't dry your hair after the pool anymore because you don't have time for that anymore and nothing terrible happens; for sitting next to the notebook until the morning, sometimes you get paid too; ...