Neanderpundit

of conference calls, back pain, shuttling the squirming recalcitrant dog to the vet, forking over cash for Xrays, chasing the dog around the yard in search of pellet-filled poop, crawling around the house looking for every last pellet lest he eat more, and tilting at fucktards about the ignorance of global gore-ing, Percocet is your old buddy old pal. Specially with a beer.

National Center for Policy Analysis. It has some great articles. Most notably, the ones written by this guy RTWT.

Damn. Maybe someone else knew about this, but it’s the first I’m hearing. Actual science done by actual scientists.

This is also an excellent commentary

WHere did you- how did you- what the- Dammit dog!!!

These are the Copperhead .20 caliber pellets i use in my air rifle for varmints.

This box was on a window ledge five feet off the ground.

This is where five of them ended up

The vet said if it were her dog she’d feed the dog, and strain and count. So for the nexst day or so we get to feel through dog poop, strain it, and look for five pellets.

Dumbass dog. I had walked away for five minutes.