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*Chart because everyone loves a chart
https://ycharts.com/companies/CASH.TO/performance
I have some parked funds in my RRSP broker account that I havent deployed
The funds are to be used for future stock buys (my crystal ball says we're heading to a recession, would love to buy the dip apart from my DCA'ing)
OR
as back up funds for my home purchase in the event I'll need to use it (the LIKELYHOOD of this happening is VERY LOW as I will be using TFSA first if I needed to, but there's that small amount for back up)
*yes Im aware if the tax implications so again, it's a last resort
As these funds arent generating anything Im thinking of parking it in the above ETFs and liquidate if/when I want
Is this a sound move? AFAIK these cash equivalent ETFs are liquid and can be sold quickly when needed
Thank you

I've heard the saying that grief is just love with nowhere to go. Right now, I'm still in a state of complete shock and I can't look at his empty bed or crate without bursting into tears. Cookie was in my life for 2 weeks and he changed every single part of it. I've been fostering dogs for a couple of months and I had no real intention of bringing any of them into my forever family until Cookie came along.
Cookie was slow to trust, barking at every stranger with his 15 pound body. It took me 20 minutes to wrangle him into the car the first time we met and by the time I made it back to my car, I was hit with an $80 parking ticket. Not a great start to our time together. But by the time we got home, he was happily accepting treats from me and he learned how to sit within the first 2 hours he was home.
Cookie was an old soul in a 10 month body. His favorite thing to do was nap on the couch, yell at anyone walking past my apartment, then return to napping. He steadily rotated from his bed, to his crate, to the sofa but when it came time for his evening walk, his whole body wiggled with joy and his tail spun around like a helicopter. His oversized ears would flop as he bounded ahead of me and he liked to playfully nibble on my neighbors' dogs every time we saw them.
His bark sounded like a demented goose and no one could believe such a little body could create such a noise. He loved eggs more than anything else in this world. We went hiking together, we sat at overpriced coffee shops together, we went to the pet store together, and we napped on the couch together. I loved watching him run around at the dog park and laughed every time every single other dog there was faster than him but he didn't seem to mind that he was the slowest in the pack (he had stubby little legs and an overly long body). He had issues with separation anxiety but I vowed to myself that I loved this little dog so much I was willing to work through anything with him.
In the two weeks I had him, this dog became my whole heart and my boyfriend's whole heart. From his grumpy little schnauzer face to his gentle nose boops, there was nothing I didn't adore about this dog.
At first, I thought it was just kennel cough. We noticed him sniffling but chalked it up to nothing more than a doggy cold. Then, as the days went on, he started to become listless and want to return inside after his potty breaks instead of go on a walk. He started refusing even his favorite treats and one morning, he refused to eat a freshly cooked egg just for him and we knew something was very wrong. As we were waiting to take him to the vet, his head started shaking.
Cookie was in the hospital for 5 nights and at first, it seemed like things might have been getting better. His fever broke and he was eating a little. But today I got the call that he died last night from a seizure. They said it was distemper and I had suspected that was the case but didn't want to believe the worst. My heart aches knowing that he was an owner surrender and I was so thrilled to finally show him what a true, forever home looked like. We took him everywhere with us and showered him with all the love he could ask for. I had no idea that the last time I would see him was when I was dropping him off at the vet and I can't get it out of my head that he probably thought he was being abandoned again and he died without me or my boyfriend there with him.
I don't know where to go from here. I'm tempted to stop fostering even though my family tells me I should continue because I can still make a difference in other dogs' lives. He never even got to meet my family dogs. Hug your pets a little closer today. I don't know when my heart will be ready to accept another dog into our little home and our little family but I know it will always ache a little for my special little Cookie Wookie Dookie. I just want the world to know that he was here, he existed, and he was loved.

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I've heard the saying that grief is just love with nowhere to go. Right now, I'm still in a state of complete shock and I can't look at his empty bed or crate without bursting into tears. Cookie was in my life for 2 weeks and he changed every single part of it. I've been fostering dogs for a couple of months and I had no real intention of bringing any of them into my forever family until Cookie came along. Cookie was slow to trust, barking at every stranger with his 15 pound body. It took me 20 minutes to wrangle him into the car the first time we met and by the time I made it back to my car, I was hit with an $80 parking ticket. Not a great start to our time together. But by the time we got home, he was happily accepting treats from me and he learned how to sit within the first 2 hours he was home.
Cookie was an old soul in a 10 month body. His favorite thing to do was nap on the couch, yell at anyone walking past my apartment, then return to napping. He steadily rotated from his bed, to his crate, to the sofa but when it came time for his evening walk, his whole body wiggled with joy and his tail spun around like a helicopter. His oversized ears would flop as he bounded ahead of me and he liked to playfully nibble on my neighbors' dogs every time we saw them.
His bark sounded like a demented goose and no one could believe such a little body could create such a noise. He loved eggs more than anything else in this world. We went hiking together, we sat at overpriced coffee shops together, we went to the pet store together, and we napped on the couch together. I loved watching him run around at the dog park and laughed every time every single other dog there was faster than him but he didn't seem to mind that he was the slowest in the pack (he had stubby little legs and an overly long body). He had issues with separation anxiety but I vowed to myself that I loved this little dog so much I was willing to work through anything with him.
In the two weeks I had him, this dog became my whole heart and my boyfriend's whole heart. From his grumpy little schnauzer face to his gentle nose boops, there was nothing I didn't adore about this dog.
At first, I thought it was just kennel cough. We noticed him sniffling but chalked it up to nothing more than a doggy cold. Then, as the days went on, he started to become listless and want to return inside after his potty breaks instead of go on a walk. He started refusing even his favorite treats and one morning, he refused to eat a freshly cooked egg just for him and we knew something was very wrong. As we were waiting to take him to the vet, his head started shaking.
Cookie was in the hospital for 5 nights and at first, it seemed like things might have been getting better. His fever broke and he was eating a little. But today I got the call that he died last night from a seizure. They said it was distemper and I had suspected that was the case but didn't want to believe the worst. My heart aches knowing that he was an owner surrender and I was so thrilled to finally show him what a true, forever home looked like. We took him everywhere with us and showered him with all the love he could ask for. I had no idea that the last time I would see him was when I was dropping him off at the vet and I can't get it out of my head that he probably thought he was being abandoned again and he died without me or my boyfriend there with him.
I don't know where to go from here. I'm tempted to stop fostering even though my family tells me I should continue because I can still make a difference in other dogs' lives. He never even got to meet my family dogs. Hug your pets a little closer today. I don't know when my heart will be ready to accept another dog into our little home and our little family but I know it will always ache a little for my special little Cookie Wookie Dookie. I just want the world to know that he was here, he existed, and he was loved.

I’m 18+ and all characters and participants must be 18+
"Oide Yo! My name is Honoka~! And it is my great pleasure to welcome you all to Mizuryuu Kei Land U.S.A's Grand opening~!!" A very busty, pink haired woman appeared on the screen at the front of the transportation bus. The only thing she was red heart shaped pasties over her nipples and pussy, a red armband that read "cast", and matching elbow length gloves and thigh high stockings.
"As Mizuryuu Kei Land U.S.A's first ever guests, we have many great surprises in store for you all~! Unfortunately I can't talk about them, you all will just have to see them for yourself~. But what I can talk about is all of the amazing "worlds" that Mizuryuu Kei Land has!
Starting with the Beginner Area, this part of the park is the first thing you see once you leave the gear area. In Mizuryuu Kei Lands original location in Japan. This is the area where our shy guests spend their time. Mizuryuu Kei Land is all about sexual freedom, and sometimes that can be very scary. For guests that aren't as open with their sexuality as others. But that's OK! For most guest all it takes is one ride on the "Meet N Fuck FerrisWheel" to break them out of their shell. Apart from the Ferris wheel, the Beginner Area also has other attractions for both men and women. The Dildo Carousel, and Glory Mystery Wall are both very popular attractions.
The Urban Jungle is a place where our guest can live their exhibitionist fantasies. Built to look like New York City. Guests here can live out their wildest public sex fantasies. Sure fucking in public is what the park is all about. But there is something special about fucking in a city environment. And in the Urban Jungle there is a place for every fantasy. From bars and clubs, to all types of store recreations, and of course all types of dirty alleys and public restrooms. It is a guarantee that you will never have the same experience when you visit the Urban Jungle.
From Urban Jungle to actual Jungle. Where the Wild Whores Are, is the ultimate pet play experience. Men and women alike can live out their most depraved fantasies of living as fuck pets. The area is divided into several "habitats". A tropical jungle, a pet walking park, and "the zoo". So if you want to let out your wild side, or want to know what it feels like to own your own fuckpet come on down to to Where the Wild Whores Are.
There are many more areas inside of Mizuryuu Kei Land. So many that I am unable to inform you about all of them in such short amount of time. Unfortunately due to legal reasons I am also unable to discuss what goes on inside of areas like our Raceplay World, and Land of Beasts. You will just have to experience those places for yourself hehe~.
Now I'll leave you all by letting you know that as our lucky week long guests. You all have the ability to switch hotels at any point during your stay for free. There are many themed hotels inside of the parks areas. And we want you all to be able to experience as many of our facilities as you can~!
Other than please enjoy all the amazing attractions, restaurants, facilities, events, and both staff and guest contest. Your ride is now at its end. Welcome to Mizuryuu Kei Land U.S.A!
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Hello dear pervs :3. And thank you for reading my Mizuryuu Kei Land roleplay idea. Based off of the original doujinshi, I want to create a story that severely expands on the world that wonderfully depraved doujinshi created.
So I did not emphasize a "main character" during the prompt. That is because there are many different characters that we can choose from for this rp.
There is Honoka, the current peppy mascot of Mizuryuu Kei Land U.S.A. Who gets to live in the park and do all sorts of fun events for the guest. Unfortunately she did not read her contract to well. And now she has to fight for the right to keep her job as the parks mascot. Or be replaced by another slut.
There is also Natalia, a college student who's friend was somehow able to score 3 tickets fo the theme parks grand opening week. As a closet pervert Natalia was basically dragged along by her friends. In an attempt to get her to loosen up. Oh if only they knew the bitch in heat they unleashed in the park.
Another option is Stephanie, a 30 year old single mother who was given a ticket by her best friend as a birthday present. She didn't really want to come, as she felt the idea of the park was disgusting. But accepted to go anyway as it was a gift from her friend. The question is will Stephanie be able to come out of the park as the same woman she was when she got there? Or will the depravity of the park turn her into a shameless slutty milf?
And finally there is Evelyn, a recently graduated journalism major and self proclaimed artist. Who infiltrated the park by getting a job as a staff member. As she is trying to launch her career as a real journalist. By exposing Mizuryuu Kei Land as a corrupt cesspool of depravity, and misogyny. Created by the "Patriarchy" to force a narrative that women are nothing but sex objects. Will Evelyn be able to find enough evidence to prove this? Or will the parks influence and its "secret board of directors" turn her into the thing she hates the most, a whore?
The park is basically a sandbox, where we can create anything we want. The only limit for what story we can create is literally our imaginations! So as my GM you will have a lot of creative freedom for what ever lewd attraction, event, store,etc. You want to add to the park.
As for what I am looking for in a partner? I'm looking for someone literate, creative, who can match my writing. Be it multiple paragraphs if the need arises, or just short replies. Really just someone as excited as I am for this prompt. So if my prompt interested you, then please message me at Demondork on Kik. Chat will be ignored, and long detailed replies will get my attention first.
Kinks and limits list:
Kinks: cum, cum eating, cum food, cum play,bukkake,cream pie,bdsm, bondage, forced, body writing, spanking, cuddling, degradation, rough partners, sizeplay, dominant partners, toys, multiple partners, spit roasting, mating press, full Nelson,frenching,rimming,body oil,bestiality,water sports,wax play,sex machines,being filmed,cosplay,NTR,petplay,exhibitionism,biting and pretty much anything that isn’t my limits
Limits:
Scat,gore,vore,hyper sizes,necro and vomit

[June 2013]
The vehicle took about 3 days in total to repair. I explained our situation to the mechanic over the phone and asked if we could hold off until the weekend to pick it up. He agreed that would be fine, so Saturday morning Devon and I took the Civic back to Alabama to retrieve the SUV.
We had put a ton of miles on the road together, considering we literally never went anywhere fun. We were one week away from our first anniversary. Devon spent the first nine months of our marriage on deployment, and in the other 3 months, we managed to squeeze in a trip to Texas, Wyoming, Tennessee, and Alabama...twice. Good lord. So much for a "honeymoon".
Once we made it back to the shop, the mechanic began reading off the long list of shit they had to do to get the vehicle operational again. We could not afford to pay for the repairs out of pocket. Fortunately for us, they offered lines of credit for people in our situation. I applied and was approved for $20.00 less than the costs of the repair. I took what I could in credit and paid $20.00 out of pocket.
The vehicle was back in our possession, and it was time to head back to Mississippi. I drove my Civic and Devon drove his Explorer.
About an hour from home, my phone started ringing. It was Supreme, from the old apartment complex. What could he want? I answered, and he said he had something for us, but he wouldn't tell me what. Me, hoping it was weed, told him we would be home in about an hour if he wanted to swing through then.
Shortly after Devon and I pulled into the driveway, Supreme pulled up, threw it in park, and grabbed a large box out of his back seat.
That's a lot of weed.
Devon held the door open for Supreme, and he set the large box on our coffee table.
The fuck.
That's not weed.
It's a box of kittens.
He said he found the litter out by the dumpsters at the apartment complex. It wasn't too far from where Devon had found Peanut back in February. I wouldn't be surprised if this litter was from Peanut's unfixed mother as well.
The kittens were tiny and adorable, but I refused to pick one up. I thanked him for showing us, but-
Then I looked over and Devon had the ugliest kitten in his hands and the biggest smile on his face.
"Oh, no, we really don't need another kitten." I said.
Devon, who somehow acquired a string and is now teasing the ugliest kitten with it, said, "The fuck we don't. This one is staying."
That's how we acquired our second cat: Punk.

Hello,
I am looking for someone to share a studio apartment with me. It is located in downtown Storrs (the oaks) and is within walking distance to UCONN. it isn’t a lease transfer or a sublease, we would be living in the apartment together. The rent is about $850 a month and the application fee is about $325. The lease starts August 20th - July 31st. I am a woman and I am looking for another woman to join me. A little bit about me: I am a rising senior in the school of business. I am fairly clean and I am pretty chill. I like rules and will like to have rules for the apartment so we are all on the page. Also no pets please.

It’s the little things of that sort that made life on Earth…life. I swear, if I weren’t keeping my journal of observations, I would completely forget that I was still enrolled in a doctoral program gaining what might potentially be one of the most important degrees in the galaxy.
I’d very much… what the humans say ‘gone native’. Which is the whole point of studying like this, to immerse yourself in a people and learn to appreciate their ways on their terms.
I just never expected when I began that it would be… something more, something so much more, to me or to so many others. But now here I was… and before I go into the days after Michael’s return, I hope you’ll forgive me for a little self indulgence… trust me, it will make the near future far clearer.
By this point, even though I’d only been on Earth for about ten percent of my intended time, by now my degree was going to be a given. I could have returned to University now, with just the work I’d done thus far, presented my findings, and gotten my degree to become ‘Doctor Bailey Walker’ and been done with it… if the rules allowed for that kind of thing.
Because I’d gotten into the various…shenanigans, that I did, because I’d been so heavily involved in so many important events in one way or another from the day of the battle of Waterland Park…as it was so ridiculously and melodramatically called to this day, (much to both my and Fauve’s annoyance), all the way up to the present, I was in a unique position.
I had ties to the highest levels of both governments through two ambassadors, and ties to the leaders of commerce and industry thanks to controlling one of the largest gambling and sporting enterprises on the planet…both of which by dint of my ties to xenomedia expansion in the Barnum Cooperative, meant I was building ties to other planetary governments.
In short… If I didn’t know the right person, I probably lived with one who did. William’s control over my space station project and the display of human engineering was drawing attention from potential allied worlds, while the Methuselah Initiative his wife was a leading researcher for was drawing global attention as the first gentle strides proceeded.
Incidentally… My big sister was on excellent terms with Rebecca Walker and had put her in touch with the D.S.A. the Dlamias Science Academy, where our finest genetic researchers worked… given that Bau was nominally a fugitive, I can only imagine she did this surreptitiously. But once the chain was forged, further cooperation was inevitable.
My people seem to be unable to help ourselves when it comes to humans, if we’re not man’s best friend five years from now, I’ll eat my hat. And if I do not have a hat, first I will buy one, then I will eat it.
All that is to say in long form that, out of all the students on Earth, and out of all the Dlamisa who were now visiting or residing on Earth, out of all the other aliens who were expressing interest in the rising power…I had stumbled my way into being the best known, best positioned, the absolute wealthiest, and the most intimately connected with all the right people.
So… with all that out of the way, let me continue.
Weeks came and weeks went, and I? I enjoyed them. William and Rebecca returned from their work, the Methuselah Initiative continued to progress and the space station continued to expand while the first vessels were built.
Fauve returned from her trip to Japan and we were up late enjoying coffee while the rest of the house slept.
I’d been apart from my human for longer than usual, but we slipped back into our routine without missing a beat.
It was rich, strong stuff that we drank, something she brought with her from her trip. The light was dim and the house was silent save for the little sizzle of coffee dripping down for our inevitable refills. We still had a relatively modest, ‘middle class’ home. Strange for me to say it that way, since I was saying ‘we’. But they were family, now, and it felt right even if legally I owned none of it.
Some have remarked that it was strange that Fauve still hadn’t moved out, when it was not uncommon for humans to leave their homes as they enter adulthood. But the reality is simple, departure is typically undertaken because of stress, a clash between the adult parent and the adult child and the former wanting to continue to rule the latter, while the latter wants to do things their own way.
But that contesting dynamic did not exist between the Walkers. William and Rebecca didn’t press their daughter to let them control anything, they would offer advice, and she did pay a little ‘rent’ to contribute to household expenses. A nominal sum that was more a symbol of independence than anything else. But she otherwise controlled everything about her own life. As they loved and cared for one another and considered their family to be a singular unit, a ‘team’ such as it were, they saw no need to separate themselves.
I like to think she also didn’t want to move since she’d miss me and I was more or less obligated to maintain a single residence for the next fifty years… but that’s just speculation on my part.
Regardless, here she was and so was I, and we could enjoy the comfort of one another’s presence. We simply sipped our first cups, and savored the moment. And for the first half of the cup, we were silent, just enjoying each moment in our amiable existence.
That was our custom, to just enjoy presence for a little while, it was a chance to gather our thoughts and consider what, if anything, there was to say.
Sometimes there wasn’t, we’d just sit in quiet company until our cups were empty, content that nothing need be said and mutual presence was enough.
It’s funny how much humans can say while saying nothing at all. In a very real way, they may be the most competent communicators in the galaxy.
But… tonight would not be a silent night.
When the coffee maker clicked off on the dim light of the kitchen, Fauve chose to speak. “So I got an offer for a diplomatic job.” She said it as if she were mentioning it might rain… this human of mine is the most unflappable person I’ve ever met…I swear.
My tail started to wag and I took a quick sip before saying, “Tell me about it.” She launched into a full story of touring Japan, first, which was to be expected, and I thoroughly enjoyed the recounting before she got to the part I asked about.
“You know how I’ve been handling all these media deals… and… remember how we spent that year on The Red Spark, during the Silent Civil War?” She asked.
I looked down my snout at her. “Tell me that’s rhetorical.”
She cracked a smile, “Well, one of the guys I used to eat lunch with was appointed to the Department of Interplanetary Relations. He was in New Kyoto for a conference on Interplanetary Tech… forget that, it’s boring,” she waved a dismissive hand and went on, “Anyway we were at the same hotel on the day I closed a deal for distributing your league broadcasts…” she paused and tilted her head, “Did you know that the Leonids have a reputation for stubbornness?” She asked.
I nodded. “Worse than ours.” I agreed, and it was no exaggeration. On Dlamias we said that you could convince a mountain to move before you could convince a Leonid to do so.
“They’re not so bad, I just had to keep reframing things until I found what worked, but we got a deal. So I told Marcus about it, and he said he needed someone like me on his team.” She should have smiled, but she didn’t.
“What?” I asked.
“Bailey, listen…”. Fauve’s voice became grave, “Marcus had a few more than he meant to and he let something slip… the Praeda species are a lot more afraid than anyone thinks. If what he told me is true, media relations will be the least of my concerns… a real war is a very clear possibility.”
“Shouldn’t you have led with that?” It was a stupid thing to ask, but still…
She sat up straight, “It wouldn’t be more or less likely, based on where I put it in conversation, and this way you heard good things first. if I waited, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy those properly.”
It was as absurd as it was practical.
“So then the job is…?” I prompted.
“There’s going to be an attempt at diplomacy first. The Rogue World is a long way off, and everybody is going to start gearing up for war, but in that span of time we have a shot at deescalation.” She looked at me for a very long moment.
“I’ll talk to my world’s ambassador. He won’t be happy that word slipped out, even to a reliable resource. Maybe we can create a joint envoy?” It was a tentative thought. More likely it would set the Rapax class species on edge if it looked like we were negotiating a separate peace…
I could see the wheels spinning in her mind when she said… “Maybe suggest we think bigger… anyone left out might feel like a target.”
She wasn’t wrong. “I’ll reach out to him in the morning. In the meantime… one more cup?” I asked.
She handed me hers as I stood, “Yes, please.”

tdlr: I hate the idea of rent. I want to break that cycle immediately. Crucial details: I'm on the path to 20k saved, I'm really young, and I'm good with money (good credit score) BUT I'm in college and young thus naive
I'm young, I have a bit saved. What if I bought a relatively cheap shitty house? There are some in my area that are listed (Zillow) for less than 300 a month (I input a 20k downpayment, not sure if the calculator accounted for that). I don't come from luxury myself and honestly I wouldn't mind living in a crappy household as long as there wasn't roaches and mold I couldn't fix myself initially.
Unfortunately I'm moving into an apartment for the next year but I really hate that my money will be thrown away at a landlord. I was thinking it COULD be smart (if played right) to park my money in a home?
I know this sounds super outlandish and silly, especially considering some people 2x my age have no home, but I'm YOUNG, I have TIME and I have savings. I don't want to continue with my savings being put down the drain.
Potentially I could have somebody join on this with me except not put their name on the actual home. I'd have them pay dirt cheap rent (yes I understand this is hypocrisy in play)... NOT EVENF FOR A PROFIT, but just so my savings don't have to get continuously stomped on each month I pay 700 to a landlord.
THOUGHTS?

FRIDAY

• First Friday, Downtown, Raleigh
• Durham Bulls vs. Jacksonville, DBAP, Durham
• UNC Health Championship presented by STITCH, Raleigh Country Club, Raleigh
• Smooth Nights, KBA, Cary
• BANDS, BITES, AND BOATS, Bond Park, Cary
• PLAYlist Concert Series: Raíces, Rutas, y Ritmos, Durham Central Park, Durham
• 1776, DPAC, Durham
• Leslie Jones: Live, Carolina Theatre, Durham
• DeRay Davis: Too Much?!, Raleigh Improv, Cary
• Pride Plaza Party, Exchange/Market Plazas, Raleigh
• Tacarra Williams, ROOM 861 AT GOODNIGHTS, Raleigh
• The Soccer Tournament, WakeMed Soccer Park, Raleigh
• Music in the Park Celebrates Pride, Healthy Food Hub, Morrisville
• BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY (PG13), The Cary, Cary
• Spider-man Movie Premiere with Dell Technologies and Presidio, Cinemark Raleigh Grande, Raleigh
• Durham Pride Silent Disco, Hi-Wire, Durham
• Techstars Startup Weekend: Health & Wellness, Duke University, Durham
• Halocene, Motorco Music Hall, Durham
• Mamis & The Papis and Party Illegal Present: Moodboard, Rubies on Five Points, Durham
• An Evening with North Mississippi Allstars, Lincoln Theatre, Raleigh
• Apex Peakway 155, Wake County Speedway, Raleigh
• Freight Farms Pop Up Event, Nanue's Farm, Raleigh
• Hands on a Hardbody, Raleigh Little Theatre, Raleigh
• Jessica Kirson, Goodnights Comedy Club, Raleigh
• Oak City Gliders vs Reidsville Luckies, Optimist Park, Raleigh
• Our Prism, The Raleigh Night Market, Raleigh
• Pride First Friday: Sip + Shop, Curate Raleigh, Raleigh
• Urban Soil, The Pour House Music Hall & Record Shop, Raleigh
• BUTNER SUMMER FESTIVAL, Butner Gazebo Park, Butner

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SATURDAY

• Durham Bulls vs. Jacksonville, DBAP, Durham
• Family Fun Fest, North Carolina Museum of History, Raleigh
• Raleigh's International Food Festival, City Plaza, Raleigh
• Bubbles & Brisket, Smoky Hollow, Raleigh
• Ever After: Fairytales, Food, and Flowers, Fred Fletcher Park, Raleigh
• UNC Health Championship presented by STITCH, Raleigh Country Club, RaleighSummerfest: The Music of Whitney Houston, North Carolina Symphony, Cary
• Mid-Town Square Spring Festival 2023, Bond Brothers Beer Company, Cary
• NC Summertime Beer Fest, Clouds Brewing Taproom, Raleigh
• NCAA Division II Baseball Championship, USA Baseball National Training Complex, Cary
• North State Bank’s Summer Salute for Transitions LifeCare, North Ridge Country Club, Raleigh
• Run For Love 5k, Dorothea Dix Park, Raleigh
• Dermot Kennedy The Sonder Tour, Red Hat Amphitheater, Raleigh
• Hands on History: Butter-making, Natural Dyes, and Flower Pressing, Borden Building, Raleigh
• International Children’s Day, City of Raleigh Museum (COR Museum), Raleigh
• Jessica Kirson, Goodnights Comedy Club, Raleigh
• Jubilant! A Juneteenth Experience, CAM Raleigh, Raleigh
• Matt Maeson, The Ritz, Raleigh
• Tacarra Williams, ROOM 861 AT GOODNIGHTS, Raleigh
• DeRay Davis: Too Much?!, Raleigh Improv, Cary
• Summer Sol - Vinyasa Flow, Raleigh Municipal Rose Garden, Raleigh
• The Soccer Tournament, WakeMed Soccer Park, Raleigh
• UNC Children's For The Kids Concert Featuring: Cooper Alan, Lincoln Theatre, Raleigh
• Hands on a Hardbody, Raleigh Little Theatre, Raleigh
• MAKRS, Durham Central Park, Durham
• Gimme Gimme Disco, Motorco Music Hall, Durham
• Paradox: A 90s Rave Experience, The Fruit, Durham
• Cygnus X-2, The Pour House Music Hall & Record Shop, Raleigh
• Techstars Startup Weekend: Health & Wellness, Duke University, Durham
• Running of the Bulls 8K, Historic Durham Athletic Park, Durham
• Boxyard Turns 2 Celebration, Boxyard RTP, Durham
• Nasher Community Celebration, Nasher Museum of Art, Durham
• Record Show, Durty Bull, Durham
• Bimbé Celebration, Rock Quarry Park, Durham
• Beaver Queen Pageant — Once Upon a Wetland..., Duke Park, Durham
• Mother Tongues: Louise Toppin, soprano, with Stephen Jaffe & John O’Brien, pianists, Nelson Music Room, East Duke Building, Duke University, Durham
• Old North State Antique Gun & Military Show, North Carolina State Fairgrounds, Raleigh
• Propagation Workshop: Advanced Softwood Cuttings, JC Raulston Arboretum at North Carolina State University, Raleigh

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SUNDAY

• UNC Health Championship presented by STITCH, Raleigh Country Club, Raleigh
• Durham Bulls vs. Jacksonville, DBAP, Durham
• NCAA Division II Baseball Championship, USA Baseball National Training Complex, Cary
• Esther Povitsky, Goodnights Comedy Club, Raleigh
• Parlor Pride Party, Heights House Hotel, Raleigh
• Satisfaction, Lincoln Theatre, Raleigh
• DeRay Davis: Too Much?!, Raleigh Improv, Cary
• Bringing it Home: Chamber Music with the Durham Symphony and Friends, Hayti Heritage Center, Durham
• Al Strong Presents Jazz Brunch at Alley Twenty Six, Alley Twenty Six, Durham
• Mike’s Dead, Motorco Music Hall, Durham
• A Celebration of African American Art with Song, North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh
• LGBTQ+ Pride Ride with the Historic Raleigh Trolley, Mordecai Historic Park, Raleigh
• Old North State Antique Gun & Military Show, North Carolina State Fairgrounds, Raleigh
• Techstars Startup Weekend: Health & Wellness, Duke University, Durham

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1. From method to madness
   
2. And the wiener is…
   
3. Road to the multiverse
   
4. Lois kills Stewie.
   
5. Meet the quagmires.
   
6. Brian wallows and Peter swallows.
   
7. PTV
   
8. 15 minutes of shame
   
9. To love and die in dixie.
   
10. Death lives.
    
11. McStroke
    
12. Blue harvest.
    
13. Stewie loves Lois.
    
14. Death is a bitch.
    
15. Brian in love.
    
16. When you wish upon a Weinstein.
    
17. Road to Rhode Island.
    
18. Untitled Griffin family history.
    
19. Brian sings and swings
    
20. Back to the woods.
    
21. Stewie kills Lois.
    
22. North to north Quahog
    
23. Road to Rupert
    
24. The man with two Brians.
    
25. The courtship of Stewie's father
    
26. Screwed the pooch.
    
27. Fish out of water.
    
28. Petergeist
    
29. Chick cancer.
    
30. Brian & Stewie.
    
31. I dream of jesus.
    
32. Petarded
    
33. Patriot games
    
34. Road to Europe.
    
35. Tales of a third grade nothing.
    
36. The Cleveland Lorretta quagmire
    
37. Peter's daughter
    
38. Something, something, something, dark side.
    
39. Hell comes to Quahog.
    
40. A very special family guy freakin' Christmas.
    
41. Padre de Familia
    
42. The thin white line.
    
43. The fat guy strangler
    
44. Mother Tucker
    
45. Peter Griffin: husband, father… brother?
    
46. Peter's two dads.
    
47. Prick up your ears.
    
48. Fox-y lady.
    
49. Da boom.
    
50. Hannah banana.
    
51. Family gay.
    
52. 420.
    
53. Family guy viewer mail #1
    
54. Stuck together or torn apart.
    
55. Road to Germany
    
56. Long john Peter
    
57. The splendid source.
    
58. Don't make me over.
    
59. It takes a village idiot… and I married one.
    
60. Saving private Brian
    
61. Stewie & Stu's excellent adventure
    
62. Breaking out is hard to do.
    
63. Baby not on board.
    
64. Barely legal.
    
65. Believe it or not, Joe's walking on air.
    
66. Sibling rivalry
    
67. Peterotica
    
68. Bango was his name oh!
    
69. The tan aquatic with Steve Zissou.
    
70. Model misbehavior
    
71. Ocean's three and a half.
    
72. Deep throats
    
73. Stewie B Goode
    
74. One if by clam, two if by sea.
    
75. Fast times at buddy cianci jr high
    
76. Brian: portrait of a dog
    
77. Quagmire's baby.
    
78. He's too sexy for his fat.
    
79. Family goy.
    
80. You May Now Kiss the... Uh... Guy Who Receives
    
81. We love you, Conrad.
    
82. Brian the bachelor
    
83. Emission impossible.
    
84. Jerome is the new black.
    
85. I take thee, Quagmire
    
86. A hero seats next door
    
87. Partial terms of endearment.
    
88. Brian goes back to college
    
89. Peter's got Woods
    
90. The father, the son, and the holy Fonz
    
91. Go, Stewie, GO!
    
92. Let's go to the hop.
    
93. Brian does Hollywood.
    
94. Fore, father.
    
95. Mr. griffin goes to Washington.
    
96. Not all dogs go to heaven.
    
97. Dial meg for murder
    
98. Mr. Saturday night
    
99. No Chris left behind
    
100. E. Peterbus Unum
     
101. Big man on hippocampus.
     
102. The former life of Brian.
     
103. Lethal weapons.
     
104. Brian's got a brand new bag
     
105. Death has a shadow.
     
106. Brian Griffin's house of pain.
     
107. Spies reminiscent of us.
     
108. Three kings.
     
109. Peter's progress.
     
110. April in Quahog.
     
111. Business guy.
     
112. Boys do cry.
     
113. Extra large medium.
     
114. Whistle while your wife works
     
115. No meals on wheels.
     
116. Airport 07'
     
117. The perfect castaway
     
118. Stew-roids.
     
119. The story on page 1
     
120. Quagmire's dad.
     
121. Wasted talent.
     
122. Ready, willing, and disabled.
     
123. If I'm dyin', I'm lyin
     
124. The kiss seen around the world.
     
125. Blind ambition
     
126. Jungle love
     
127. Love, blactually.
     
128. Bill & Peter's bogus journey
     
129. Peter, peter, caviar eater
     
130. Love thy trophy
     
131. Damnit Janet
     
132. A picture's worth a thousand bucks
     
133. Play it again, Brian.
     
134. 8 simple rules for buying my teenage daughter
     
135. There's something about Paulie
     
136. Chitty chitty death bang
     
137. Mind over murder
     
138. The juice is loose
     
139. I never met the dead man
     
140. Running mates
     
141. The king is dead
     
142. Holy crap
     
143. The son also draws
     
144. I am peter, hear me roar
     
145. Movin' out (Brian's song)
     
146. Peter-assment.
     

Hey everybody, Just wanna say thanks to the tips and help I got while trying to plan out this trip. This forum is a gold mine.
I will be in New Orleans with my gf who has never been to the south of the US at all (where I'm from) from Jul 31st-Aug 5th. Flying in from 7 times zones away so will be a little wrecked.
Staying at a hotel in the FQ, probably going to need some earplugs lol This is basically my plan here below. If you all have any suggestions or thoughts, I am ALL EARS. I haven’t been to the city since 20 years ago when I lived in the region.
I’m trying to keep it chill but still see as much as comfortably possible. In particular not too certain about biking along Magazine / St Charles, and which fancy restaurant to eat at the last night. Thanks for any tips!
Mon Fly in, arrive in the evening, travel to hotel Place d’Armes in FQ via taxi.     Jet-lagged dinner - ??
Tues - Breakfast - Wakin Bacon     Wander around the FQ Lunch - Mr B’s Bistro for Gumbo, etc     Relax a bit at pool with jet-lag     Rent bikes and go either Magazine St or St Charles over to Audubon     Window shop around Magazine, Maple and Oak streets Pre-dinner drink @ Carrollton Station Dinner - Jaques Imo's for etouffée and Creole jambalaya     Bike back to FQ, drop bikes Evening - Blues show @ Swig & Swine Blues on Bourbon St. (Unless Maple Leaf cafe schedules some music
Wed - Breakfast - Croissant d’Or     Pick up early morning for Honey Island Swamp tour Lunch - Verti Marte or Frady's for Po Boys     Walk / bike around Marigny and the Bywater, Crescent Park Afternoon drink at Bachanal’s     Bike back to hotel, pool time / down time break     Jamnola     Frenchmen St Palace Market Dinner - Gris-Gris for Gumbo, etc     Sunset at Crescent Park? Evening - Frenchmen St, Cafe Negril
Thurs - Breakfast - Who Dat Cafe     Take streetcar up to City Park, sculpture garden, coffee at Cafe du Monde Lunch - Po Boys at Liuzzo’s     Streetcar back to FQ, stop for a drink at The Sazerac Bar     Pool relax time or Aquarium     Jazz Cruise? Dinner - Pierre Maspero for etouffée, etc Evening - Bar Marilou for jazz band, if that's no good, Frenchmen St?
Fri - Breakfast - French Toast on Decatur     Van Gogh Immersive experience     Aquarium if not done     Walk and bike around FQ / Marigny / Bywater OR Garden District Lunch - Alligator sandwich from MRB Kitchen or The Joint for BBQ     Voodoo Museum?     Wander around wherever Dinner - Either - R’evolution / Peche / Bearcat / GW Fin’s     Rooftop drink at Hot Tin on the way to… Evening - Tipitina’s
Sat - Breakfast - something close to Jackson Sq?     Pack and be at airport @11:30

I was really young at the time, probably like six or something, when I moved into Haigen Oaks. I lived in an apartment in the room on the top left end. Well for my age, the room was huge, Including mine and my brother’s room. We shared rooms at the time. But even when we shared rooms, I was still afraid of the dark. I always thought that if the lights were off something would get me, so my parents always left them on until I fell asleep. But of course nothing got me. Weeks later I experienced strange things. Like for instance I would see in my peripheral vision that the bathroom light would cut on. And I know it would because I could shape everything in there, but as soon as I look over the light would be off. Most times I ask my brother if he’s been in there, but he would say. Those times I would be terrified.
It started to thunder one night, and I was completely scared. I mean at my age I was scared of everything. I woke my brother up and he got scared too. We ran as fast as we could to our parents room and started to bang on the door. I decided to look back and thought I saw something standing there in the hallway. But quickly disappeared. I caught myself, and continued to bang on the door. Eventually our parents opened it and we rushed inside and jumped under the cover on their bed. My dad turned the tv on and we all eventually went to sleep.
The next day was pretty fun. Our parents bought us floaties so we could go to the community pool. I couldn’t swim then so I just floated around. My dad sometimes would throw me around in the pool. It was fun.We eventually got inside by dark and changed into our pajamas. When I went to bed the light wasn’t on, so I had to go to sleep scared. I woke up, but not in the morning. It was in the middle of the night. I tried to go back to sleep but it felt like something or someone tapped my hand. I turned over to see nothing. But with my left peripheral vision I know I saw something looming over me with a large shape. It looked like it had a cult robe on with the hood over. But as I turned back over, it was gone. To this day I don’t know what or who it was and if it was the same one I saw in that hallway.

So pretty much what the caption says. I am going to ramble on a little more with questions and just what’s been going on with my current apartment and why I’m so worried about this.
So in my current apartment, since I’ve moved here for about a year my dog has gotten into four dog fights from off leash dogs. three of them were because of the Offleash dogs. The fourth one was also because the Offleash dog but my dog initiated the aggression which I now have to think in my mind. These four attacks have probably caused dog agression at least For dogs that are rushing up and getting in his space. Because he does hang out with many other dogs, but it’s all ones we know personally not random ones on the street because we don’t let him run around. I’ve talked with my apartment about it in the people in the office didn’t really do anything so I ended up emailing the manager and they sent out an email and actually took me seriously which was amazing to finally here as I have been trying to tell them for a while now. I don’t know why I didn’t report it sooner but I’m glad that it is now. I also have a picture of the dog, so that’s good. But still there is off leash dogs even after sending a message to the residence saying that if they see their dogs off leash, they could get taken away after so many in fractions. But still there’s off leash dogs and I still have to be on the lookout and I am most of the time walking my dog off property.
Now for my new apartment, it is dog friendly, and we are moving to be closer to work. It’s a little more out of Baton Rouge still in it but a little outside so I can probably drive and find open grass places easier. My only complaint is am I still going to have to deal with all these dogs is this just something that comes with every apartment. Because honestly, there is really that one person that is always way too lazy to actually hang out with their dog and put an effort and literally just a basic needs of walking her dog they won’t do. And I will probably still leave the property since I hear there isn’t too much grassy areas but you know for the morning and night pee before I’m dressed and everything I would like to just be able to go outside and let my dog use the bathroom. Also, I still have to walk out of the complex so if there was an off leash dog, he would still run into him. Even if I was going off property it’s happened here.
My other question is do you notice in more high end apartments that there are less off leash dogs or are there more because they feel like their dogs are nice and entitled. you know like the classic golden doodle owner stereotype. I’m just trying to make sure this apartment is the right thing for me. There is really no houses available that’s in my budget but I could make it work possibly it’s just not going to be in the greatest area. But then I’m also scouring Reddit and there’s still people saying they’re just walking the street with their dog in there is still off leash dogs, so I just don’t think there is a solution here. I think I will have to live with all the off leash dogs for the rest of my life. I even went to a park and there was an off leash dog, so I went back home. There’s also another park really close to me that I like to go the university lakes and still I’ve seen off leash dogs there too. People just don’t follow the rules.
My other thing is since I will probably have to start navigating like a reactive dog owner now or how do you guys manage it? I know I don’t have it to the extent of everybody but he does growl at a lot of dogs he passes so that’s a big change. We are working on positive association, but it literally keeps getting destroyed by Offleash dogs. Should I start walking my dog and a muzzle that way if I do experience another Offleash dog at least if he does buy my dog that’s one dog I have to deal with and you know do the leash trick to get him off if a fight does end up happening. Also, I really want to buy the pepper spray for dog stuff but I feel a little guilty about using it. Is there any repercussions that could come back on me legally for using it is it going to damage the dogs eyesight anything like that?

Hey y'all! My wife and I are coming up from TN to the UP for the next few weeks to explore. Part of our trip is 5 days backpacking on Isle Royale.
We have our typical backpacking gear, but one thing we've never bought is water proof/repellant pants as it's never very cold down here in the south. The weather forecast so far looks pretty good, but we're wondering if between it being pretty cold up there and with Lake Superior making weather unpredictable, if waterproof pants would be on anyone whose spent time in the park's list. Thanks for any suggestions!

I am writing this with tears in my eyes as I have just lost the dearest thing in my life. She was just 4 months old, a beautiful mini dachshund that was not meant to live and passed away too fast.
I've always liked dogs but I hadn't thought of getting one before living in a big house with a yard. My girlfriend managed to change my mind about this and she convinced me to get a dachshund, and 1.5 months ago we stumbled online upon the most beautiful little creature and decided to bring her home. She immediately showed us so much affection and we responded by giving her all the love we had. We live in an apartment so we took her to the park multiple times a week, we walked her at least 6 times a day and played with her the whole day through. We were so motivated to do things right that we even followed a training course for little dogs and she already knew many tricks for her young age.
Four days ago, the wineries in our region opened their doors to everyone for wine tasting and it was a beautiful day along the lake so we took her with us. There are obviously a lot of vineyards so we were extremely careful to not let her go near the grapes. It was quite hot, around 24°C so we made sure to do plenty of breaks where our little baby could nap and drink water to hydrate. We were so careful. Later that day we sat outside at a bar, and we could feel our dog pull the leash. When we looked we saw that she was sniffing or licking some sort of vomit on the floor that we hadn't seen because the color of it was similar to the grass beneath it. We immediately changed table and our little baby fell asleep on my lap. A little bit later she woke up and puked on my shirt, we thought it was funny at the moment and that she must have eaten something that upset her tummy, probably the vomit which came from another dog. On the walk back home she was completely fine, wagging her tail and sniffing everything with her little snout as she usually did. We put her in her crate, kissed her goodnight and went to sleep.
The next day we woke up to her vomiting and being very lethargic. She didn't jump out of her crate like she usually did to greet us and lick our faces, she wasn't hungry while she usually destroys her meals in a few seconds and she didn't want to walk outside. She also randomly screamed in pain for a very brief moment here and there. We immediately called an emergency vet to come home because our usual clinic was closed for a national holiday. He came fast and examined her thoroughly, after which he concluded that it must be an acute gastritis, and provided some meds to make her feel better. However, our baby did not improve. She continued puking and screaming in pain after the vet left and we were already crying by then. We called the vet again and he came back, checked her thoroughly a second time by running an echograph and gave her an antispasmodic to stop the sharp pain. He still thought that it was a gastritis, and she would likely feel better very quickly, in a day or so. The antispasmodic made appeased her, she was still very lethargic but stopped having sharp pains so we were hopeful she would go back to jumping and running in no time.
Unfortunately, we woke up to her vomiting again. She hadn't eaten and barely drank for a day now, so I brought her to the emergency vet as soon as I woke up. They took her in very quickly to run an x-ray and other tests, and the doctor told me that she could have eaten something that stayed inside her in which case they would need to operate. Regardless, they kept her, and would call to give more information after getting the lab results. Not even an hour later, I was shopping groceries and I received the dreadful call. Her Potassium levels were way too high, the doctor was suspecting kidney failure and told me that she might need dialysis very quickly. There were two clinics that had the medical equipment necessary for this, one was 1 hour away but would be extremely expensive (~10k) and the other was 2.5 hours away and would be about half the price if not less. We are not rich by any means but to save our baby we would have paid the price... I asked her if the 1.5 hours extra would lower the chance of survival of our baby and she said no, so we decided to go with the second option. I called my girlfriend sobbing and she came home right away, after which we left for the clinic... When we arrived there, they told us to wait, which made me so mad because they told us to be there by a certain hour which we did. However when our little baby, which was so tired and fragile by now, started vomiting again, they took her in right away. The vet told her that because our dog is so small and weak they would not start with the dialysis right away and will try to lower the potassium levels by other agressive treatments. She also said that the puppy was in a very bad state and her survival is not guaranteed. We broke down crying. We asked to see our baby, and when we saw her she managed to wag her little tail and look at us with her loving eyes while we were struggling to keep our tears from pouring out. We wanted to look strong for our baby and not worry her, she looked so lost and fragile... I will never forget that look in her eyes. The vets obviously knew better, so we agreed to let them do whatever they think is best to save our baby... We were told she would stay there multiple days, and because my girlfriend needed to work the next day, we drove all the way back and would come see our puppy in a couple of days. On the drive home, we received a call from the doctor saying that they managed to lower her potassium levels with the treatment, and the pup peed by herself which were both very good signs. This gave us a glimmer of hope and we were able to stop crying for the night and start having positive thoughts when going to sleep.
And this is where it all comes crashing down. We were told to call after 11:00, so the wait until then was unbearable. I am not working at the moment so I was home alone, crying, shouting, trying to make sense of this situation that happened so quickly and unexpectedly. I just wanted to hear good news. It didn't have to be great news, just some improvement that would let us have a bit more of that hope we so desperately needed. My girlfriend called them at 11:00... the Potassium levels were back up, they didn't manage to stabilize them. They realized that a dialysis might not be needed because there were other factors that would point to other diseases such as her increased hormone levels. They didn't know what was causing our baby to be like this... they had no idea. They called again twice in the following hour to tell us that her health deteriorated and she was now under assistance to breathe. We decided to leave and go see her right then and there... Once we got here after the 2.5 hour drive, our legs were shaking. We did not want to face the situation, we had cried the whole way and could not stop having horrible thoughts. The vet took us in and calmly explained to us that our baby's brain had been damaged irreparably due to an acute reaction to the anesthesia they gave her. She said it would have happened either way, anesthesia or not. The dialysis would likely kill her now and would probably not even solve the problem, because they could not find the cause. The doctor said that they had never seen a case like this, for a dog's health to degrade so fast and aggressively, they even put their whole team to brainstorm on possible diseases that would act this way to no avail. We were told that the most probable thing was a disease, possibly autoimmune, that she carried inside her and was maybe triggered by a gastritis. They said she was not suffering although I don't know if that was just to make us feel better. I fell on the floor crying. I could not believe this was happening to our baby. We took her in at 10 weeks, she was just 4 months old, we didn't even have her for the biggest part of her life and yet we felt like she had been with us for an eternity. I had never loved and cared for another being quite like I did for her. I spent all my days with her, she was the only thing making me feel less alone while I stayed home looking for a job. She was our everything. And she was dying.
They let us see her. She had cables everywhere. She was in a coma, her eyes were half-open and had a viscous liquid in them. Her tongue was sticking out from the side. She looked dead and she wasn't even being sedated. That image keeps replaying in my head over and over. Just the other day she was wagging her little tail and now she looked like her soul had left her body. We broke down crying again... we talked to her a bit, telling her that it would soon be over and she would be able to go to sleep forever, and we would hopefully see her one day again. We kissed her on her forehead as we usually did to tell her goodnight. We had brought her favorite toy so she would feel less alone. We were so devastated. I asked multiple times if there was any chance she would recover, even a tiny one, but the doctor said that the damage she had suffered to her brain would not be able to be reversed. The only other choice we had is that they would keep her to run more tests and hopefully find out what caused this... but she would not come back. We were hurt enough by the situation and could not bear more suffering, so we decided to put her away without pain. We held her little paws when she left us and I rubbed her between the eyes like I used to do when she fell asleep on the couch. After it happened, I asked to take off all the cables and let me hold her again for one last time. I just hope she didn't feel alone in her last moments...
They brought her in the other room covered in a blanket. I closed her eyes, it looked just like she was asleep. I held her lifeless body in my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. We called our parents and we couldn't say a word, just cries. We stayed with our baby a little bit longer in the room, talking to her even if she was already gone. After a while we had to go... we decided to cremate her body and not keep the ashes as it would just be a sad memory of her. They told us that she would get an autopsy as a last chance to find the cause but the probability of finding it was very slim.
We drove back home. The house felt empty, dead. I have never cried so much in my life. When I thought I had no more tears left in my body, more would come and I would start sobbing again. We hugged. We told ourselves that there was nothing else we could have done, and she would have died either way sooner or later. My dad said the only thing that managed to make me feel a little better: dogs don't have the same perception of time as we do. Our baby doesn't know that she died so young, all she knows is that she lived happily and was loved very much throughout her life. When we got in the shower, a hair brush fell on the floor. It was the hair brush that our puppy would always grab and run away with and would make us go mad. We like to think that she was still being silly from up there and that she was telling us to be strong and that she's okay. We took all her stuff and put it in the cellar, except her favorite toy that we kept as a memory. We booked the first flight in the morning to go see my girlfriend's family because we could not stay in the house right now. Our baby was not meant to live... Everything happened so fast, not even four days ago we thought it was just gastritis, and now we will never see her again. I hope she didn't suffer. I hope that in her dying moments she thought of the good times when she was running in the park chasing dogs 10 times her size while we were watching her, laughing our ass off. I hope she knew we loved her very much and will never be able to replace her. I hope she's in a better place now and can eat all the food she wants.
If anyone has any tips on how to feel better I would be more than glad to know about them. Right now it seems like there is no light at the end of the tunnel and I don't know how I will emotionally recover from this. We want to get another puppy soon but the void left by our baby in our hearts will never be truly filled. We already miss her so much, she was our everything. Rest In Peace baby girl.
TL;DR: Our 4 month old puppy died unexpectedly and brutally from an unknown illness and my girlfriend and I are struggling to make sense of the world right now.

I am writing this with tears in my eyes as I have just lost the dearest thing in my life. She was just 4 months old, a beautiful mini dachshund that was not meant to live and passed away too fast.
I've always liked dogs but I hadn't thought of getting one before living in a big house with a yard. My girlfriend managed to change my mind about this and she convinced me to get a dachshund, and 1.5 months ago we stumbled online upon the most beautiful little creature and decided to bring her home. She immediately showed us so much affection and we responded by giving her all the love we had. We live in an apartment so we took her to the park multiple times a week, we walked her at least 6 times a day and played with her the whole day through. We were so motivated to do things right that we even followed a training course for little dogs and she already knew many tricks for her young age.
Four days ago, the wineries in our region opened their doors to everyone for wine tasting and it was a beautiful day along the lake so we took her with us. There are obviously a lot of vineyards so we were extremely careful to not let her go near the grapes. It was quite hot, around 24°C so we made sure to do plenty of breaks where our little baby could nap and drink water to hydrate. We were so careful. Later that day we sat outside at a bar, and we could feel our dog pull the leash. When we looked we saw that she was sniffing or licking some sort of vomit on the floor that we hadn't seen because the color of it was similar to the grass beneath it. We immediately changed table and our little baby fell asleep on my lap. A little bit later she woke up and puked on my shirt, we thought it was funny at the moment and that she must have eaten something that upset her tummy, probably the vomit which came from another dog. On the walk back home she was completely fine, wagging her tail and sniffing everything with her little snout as she usually did. We put her in her crate, kissed her goodnight and went to sleep.
The next day we woke up to her vomiting and being very lethargic. She didn't jump out of her crate like she usually did to greet us and lick our faces, she wasn't hungry while she usually destroys her meals in a few seconds and she didn't want to walk outside. She also randomly screamed in pain for a very brief moment here and there. We immediately called an emergency vet to come home because our usual clinic was closed for a national holiday. He came fast and examined her thoroughly, after which he concluded that it must be an acute gastritis, and provided some meds to make her feel better. However, our baby did not improve. She continued puking and screaming in pain after the vet left and we were already crying by then. We called the vet again and he came back, checked her thoroughly a second time by running an echograph and gave her an antispasmodic to stop the sharp pain. He still thought that it was a gastritis, and she would likely feel better very quickly, in a day or so. The antispasmodic made appeased her, she was still very lethargic but stopped having sharp pains so we were hopeful she would go back to jumping and running in no time.
Unfortunately, we woke up to her vomiting again. She hadn't eaten and barely drank for a day now, so I brought her to the emergency vet as soon as I woke up. They took her in very quickly to run an x-ray and other tests, and the doctor told me that she could have eaten something that stayed inside her in which case they would need to operate. Regardless, they kept her, and would call to give more information after getting the lab results. Not even an hour later, I was shopping groceries and I received the dreadful call. Her Potassium levels were way too high, the doctor was suspecting kidney failure and told me that she might need dialysis very quickly. There were two clinics that had the medical equipment necessary for this, one was 1 hour away but would be extremely expensive (~10k) and the other was 2.5 hours away and would be about half the price if not less. We are not rich by any means but to save our baby we would have paid the price... I asked her if the 1.5 hours extra would lower the chance of survival of our baby and she said no, so we decided to go with the second option. I called my girlfriend sobbing and she came home right away, after which we left for the clinic... When we arrived there, they told us to wait, which made me so mad because they told us to be there by a certain hour which we did. However when our little baby, which was so tired and fragile by now, started vomiting again, they took her in right away. The vet told her that because our dog is so small and weak they would not start with the dialysis right away and will try to lower the potassium levels by other agressive treatments. She also said that the puppy was in a very bad state and her survival is not guaranteed. We broke down crying. We asked to see our baby, and when we saw her she managed to wag her little tail and look at us with her loving eyes while we were struggling to keep our tears from pouring out. We wanted to look strong for our baby and not worry her, she looked so lost and fragile... I will never forget that look in her eyes. The vets obviously knew better, so we agreed to let them do whatever they think is best to save our baby... We were told she would stay there multiple days, and because my girlfriend needed to work the next day, we drove all the way back and would come see our puppy in a couple of days. On the drive home, we received a call from the doctor saying that they managed to lower her potassium levels with the treatment, and the pup peed by herself which were both very good signs. This gave us a glimmer of hope and we were able to stop crying for the night and start having positive thoughts when going to sleep.
And this is where it all comes crashing down. We were told to call after 11:00, so the wait until then was unbearable. I am not working at the moment so I was home alone, crying, shouting, trying to make sense of this situation that happened so quickly and unexpectedly. I just wanted to hear good news. It didn't have to be great news, just some improvement that would let us have a bit more of that hope we so desperately needed. My girlfriend called them at 11:00... the Potassium levels were back up, they didn't manage to stabilize them. They realized that a dialysis might not be needed because there were other factors that would point to other diseases such as her increased hormone levels. They didn't know what was causing our baby to be like this... they had no idea. They called again twice in the following hour to tell us that her health deteriorated and she was now under assistance to breathe. We decided to leave and go see her right then and there... Once we got here after the 2.5 hour drive, our legs were shaking. We did not want to face the situation, we had cried the whole way and could not stop having horrible thoughts. The vet took us in and calmly explained to us that our baby's brain had been damaged irreparably due to an acute reaction to the anesthesia they gave her. She said it would have happened either way, anesthesia or not. The dialysis would likely kill her now and would probably not even solve the problem, because they could not find the cause. The doctor said that they had never seen a case like this, for a dog's health to degrade so fast and aggressively, they even put their whole team to brainstorm on possible diseases that would act this way to no avail. We were told that the most probable thing was a disease, possibly autoimmune, that she carried inside her and was maybe triggered by a gastritis. They said she was not suffering although I don't know if that was just to make us feel better. I fell on the floor crying. I could not believe this was happening to our baby. We took her in at 10 weeks, she was just 4 months old, we didn't even have her for the biggest part of her life and yet we felt like she had been with us for an eternity. I had never loved and cared for another being quite like I did for her. I spent all my days with her, she was the only thing making me feel less alone while I stayed home looking for a job. She was our everything. And she was dying.
They let us see her. She had cables everywhere. She was in a coma, her eyes were half-open and had a viscous liquid in them. Her tongue was sticking out from the side. She looked dead and she wasn't even being sedated. That image keeps replaying in my head over and over. Just the other day she was wagging her little tail and now she looked like her soul had left her body. We broke down crying again... we talked to her a bit, telling her that it would soon be over and she would be able to go to sleep forever, and we would hopefully see her one day again. We kissed her on her forehead as we usually did to tell her goodnight. We had brought her favorite toy so she would feel less alone. We were so devastated. I asked multiple times if there was any chance she would recover, even a tiny one, but the doctor said that the damage she had suffered to her brain would not be able to be reversed. The only other choice we had is that they would keep her to run more tests and hopefully find out what caused this... but she would not come back. We were hurt enough by the situation and could not bear more suffering, so we decided to put her away without pain. We held her little paws when she left us and I rubbed her between the eyes like I used to do when she fell asleep on the couch. After it happened, I asked to take off all the cables and let me hold her again for one last time. I just hope she didn't feel alone in her last moments...
They brought her in the other room covered in a blanket. I closed her eyes, it looked just like she was asleep. I held her lifeless body in my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. We called our parents and we couldn't say a word, just cries. We stayed with our baby a little bit longer in the room, talking to her even if she was already gone. After a while we had to go... we decided to cremate her body and not keep the ashes as it would just be a sad memory of her. They told us that she would get an autopsy as a last chance to find the cause but the probability of finding it was very slim.
We drove back home. The house felt empty, dead. I have never cried so much in my life. When I thought I had no more tears left in my body, more would come and I would start sobbing again. We hugged. We told ourselves that there was nothing else we could have done, and she would have died either way sooner or later. My dad said the only thing that managed to make me feel a little better: dogs don't have the same perception of time as we do. Our baby doesn't know that she died so young, all she knows is that she lived happily and was loved very much throughout her life. When we got in the shower, a hair brush fell on the floor. It was the hair brush that our puppy would always grab and run away with and would make us go mad. We like to think that she was still being silly from up there and that she was telling us to be strong and that she's okay. We took all her stuff and put it in the cellar, except her favorite toy that we kept as a memory. We booked the first flight in the morning to go see my girlfriend's family because we could not stay in the house right now. Our baby was not meant to live... Everything happened so fast, not even four days ago we thought it was just gastritis, and now we will never see her again. I hope she didn't suffer. I hope that in her dying moments she thought of the good times when she was running in the park chasing dogs 10 times her size while we were watching her, laughing our ass off. I hope she knew we loved her very much and will never be able to replace her. I hope she's in a better place now and can eat all the food she wants.
If anyone has any tips on how to feel better I would be more than glad to know about them. Right now it seems like there is no light at the end of the tunnel and I don't know how I will emotionally recover from this. We want to get another puppy soon but the void left by our baby in our hearts will never be truly filled. We already miss her so much, she was our everything. Rest In Peace baby girl.
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TL;DR: Our 4 month old puppy died unexpectedly and brutally from an unknown illness and my girlfriend and I are struggling to make sense of the world right now.

I’m thinking of getting a small boat maybe 13-15 feet long. My “luxury” apartment complex doesn’t let you park anything besides your car here.
Anyone know of a good place that I could store it for a decent price?

I’ve spent the last couple of days helping repair the damage to the town from the attack. The events of that day keep replaying in my mind. I’m convinced something was off but I can’t but my finger on it. As I think about this, I lay down a sheet of singles. I make the nails hover above it and slam down. Securing the sheet to the wood.
“Papa Bones.” A woman named Elizabeth calls out.
I straighten up and wipe my forehead with a rag. “Yes?”
Elizabeth wands me a glass of water. “It is absolutely hot out here. Thought you could use this.”
I take the glass. “Thank you. I take a drink and say. “I should be done here in a hour.”
“Thank you for helping us…it’s just…”
“Just what?” I ask.
“It’s just…you’re not abusing your powers helping us. Are you?”
I give her a warm smile. “I can see where you are coming from but no. I’m protector of Ayzian. I use my powers to protect and help. Even if I’m just putting shingles on. So no. I’m not abusing my powers.
Elizabeth smiles back. “I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t displease the Loa by helping like this.”
“I appreciate your concern.”
I finish the water and hand the glass back. “If it makes you feel better. I’m repairing a chicken coop after this. It’s a smaller project so I will be using a hammer.” I teases.
“Sounds good.” Elizabeth says before becoming serious. “If you need anything, just ask.”
“I will. Thank you.”
Elizabeth nods and climbs down the ladder. I look around. By the looks of it, I will need two more sheets of singles. I look down and two more sheets float out of the bag and up to me. I secure them and true to my word, I was done with the repairs in about a hour. I clean up the area and say my goodbyes. Like usual, the afternoon was hot as hell and I decide to cool down at Pops’s restaurant. I walk to the restaurant and when I walk in I close my eyes.
“Your black ass going to stand there all day and block the customers from coming in?”
I open my eyes and look at Pops. “I happen to be a customer.”
“What do you want?” Pops asks.
“Ice tea. Large.” I ask.
Pops points to the ice tea dispenser. “You know where it is.” Then he walks into the kitchen.
I grab a glass and fill it with ice and pour the tea. I sit down as Marcus walks out of the kitchen. “Julian!”
I take a sip and nod. “Hey, Marcus. Working the lunch rush?”
He stands behind the counter. “Yeah. My shift is almost over.”
It’s been a bit since we talked. “How are things?” I ask.
“Good. Good. I’m learning a lot from Pops. He says I will be able to contact a Loa soon.”
I lean back and smile. “Excellent. How is the cooking lessons going?”
Marcus smiles. “Even better. Pops says I got talent and here in a few years. My gumbo will be as half as good as his.”
I chuckle. “You know what that means, right?”
“No. What?”
“You are very good.” I say.
“Really? How come he don’t say that?”
“Compliments from Pops is rarely given out. To be your age and for him to say that means you are very good. You just got to know how Pops works.”
“Cool.”
“The ultimate judge is my friend Faust. She loves Pops’s gumbo. You get a thumbs up from her, you got something special.”
“I’ll have to cook for her one day.” Marcus says.
“Oh, she would love that.”
“Hey, can I ask you a question?”
I take another sip. “Sure.”
“I made a dish. Blackened chicken on some fettuccine alfredo. I like it. My mom likes it.”
“Pops is giving you static.” I add.
“Yeah. He says it’s not a good fit for the restaurant because it’s not traditional Cajun cooking. But I think it will do good here.”
I take another sip before answering. “Pops is old as hell and set in his ways but there is a way.”
“How?” Asks Marcus.
“Faust. Her word goes a long way with Pops. Impress her and her word will almost guarantee it will be sold here.”
“Ok. How do I do that? When is she coming here?”
I finish my iced tea. “I’ll tell you what. You make it and some gumbo and I will take it to her.”
“You will?” Asks Marcus.
“Sure. I always support young entrepreneurs.”I say.
“Sweet!”
I hold a hand up. “Easy there. I’m busy right now. Here in a few days when the town is squared away. I’ll do it.”
“Thanks Julian.”
“No problem.” I say.
Pops walks out of the kitchen. “Boy, you done corrupting my worker?”
“Almost. Word on the street is that Marcus’s gumbo is as good as yours.” I say.
Pops hurumphs. “Huh. I don’t know about all of that. He is a better dishwasher than you.”
Me and Marcus share a smile.
“Sir, I cleaned the tables. Can I go now?” Marcus asks.
“Yeah, I saw you prepared the okra.”
“I sure did.” Marcus says.
“Sure. Can you swing by and help at dinner?”
“I sure can, sir.”
Pops looks at me. “I don’t know why people complain about todays youth. He works harder than your lazy ass.”
“That’s my cue to leave.” I say as I stand. I look at Marcus. “Walk you home?”
“Sure.”
We leave Pops and enter the heat of the early afternoon.
“I can’t wait to make my blackened chicken for Faust.”
“I’m sure it will be a hit.” I say.
“Hey, Julian. What was that thing in the sky the other day? My mom was scared.”
“I don’t blame her. I was kinda scared myself.”
“You were scared?” Asks Marcus.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be? As far as what it was. I couldn’t tell you what it was. It was odd. I hope it won’t happen again.”
“What if it does?”
“Then Papa Bones will protect the town again.”
We walk another few steps before I speak again.
“No matter what. The Loa help us. My situation is more condensed than the standard practitioner of Voodoo. For example, Marionette of the dry arms.”
“What about her?” Asks Marcus.
“She loathes enslavement. She has helped us break our chains both metaphorically and literally. That’s why Ayzian is the way it is. All are welcome here.”
“I see.”
“That is why there are so many Loa. We have many needs. From gardening to love.”
“Is there a Loa for homework?” Marcus asks.
I chuckle. The question every young person asks. Myself included once upon a time. “While there are some Loa that can help. They can only help not do the work for you.”
“Are you sure?”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “Yes.”
“Damn it.”
I chuckle a little harder now.
As we walk through the town park, I see a group of children sitting around Vincent.
“What’s going on?” Asks Marcus.
“Well, his name is Vincent. He’s new to town. He seems quite skilled and helped during the attack.”
We walk and stand next to a tree and watch. Vincent seems to be telling a story. The children are enraptured.
“The wind was howling.” Vincent’s says as he spreads his hands.
“Wasn’t the hurricane? Asks a child.
Vincent points to them. “Yes but it was the worst hurricane ever seen. And just like that…BOOM,”
The group gasps.
“Two eyes appeared in the storm. The eyes spoke with a powerful voice that shook the ground. Papa Bones came to me and you know what he said? He said he didn’t know if he could do this. You know what I told him?”
Many of the children shake their heads no.
“I told Papa Bones. I said, Papa Bones. You are the champion of the Loa and maybe the world. You can defeat this evil.”
Children stay quiet. Vincent continues.
“He said to me. I don’t know if I’m strong enough. Will you help me?”
“Is that how it happened?” Marcus asks me.
I lean against the tree. “It most certainly not the way it happened.”
Vincent starts walking around. Looking at each child as he passes them. “Then I said. It would be my honor Papa Bones. Fly, fly to the sky and I will distract it. Papa Bones held my shoulders and said Vincent, you are a good friend to me and the Loa.”
Marcus looks at me and I say. “Those words were never spoken.”
Vincent continues his tall tale. “So there we were. Papa Bones and I. Papa Bones took to the air and started throwing fireballs, which did nothing.”
That part angers me.
“As the one sided fight continued. The Loa touched me…”
Vincent takes a pregnant pause.
“Do you know what they said to me?”
The children shake their head no.
“They said, Vincent. Perhaps we have need for a second champion. Then…then I felt a great power enter me.”
“This is bullshit.” I mumble.
“I was also given the knowledge of what to do. I called up to Papa Bones and I said. Papa! Stand aside! The Loa are with us and they are here to help through me. Can you guess what happened next?”
Many of the children shake their head no.
“With my new found knowledge. I knew what to do. During the fight the Loa had opened a hole in the clouds. I knew where the sunbeam was going to land so I got into position and reflected it back to the monster. The reflected sun greatly hurt the monster.”
Vincent takes a pause.
“It is now when Papa Bones’s little fireballs could hurt the monster. Together we raised the winds and tore the cloud monster apart.”
The children cheer.
“That’s right. When the clouds disappeared and the sun returned. Papa Bones flew down to me and said. Thank you Vincent. I couldn’t save Ayzian without you. I said to him. It was my pleasure Papa Bones. We are both children of the Loa. Your fight is my fight.”
I’ve had about enough of this. I take a step forward. “An interesting story.”
Vincent looks up and sees me. “It is. Children. That will be enough stories for today.”
The children get up. Many pass me and I smile and say hi to them as they pass. When the children are gone, I walk towards Vincent. “Telling lies to children?”
Vincent smiles at me. “Every story need’s embellishment.”
“Embellishment maybe but not lies.” I counter.
“Come now, Papa Bones. Is your ego so fragile, you can not stand thinking you may have needed help?”
“I believe that story reflected your ego. Not mine.”
“There is no harm in what I said.” Vincent states.
“Yes. There was. Most of that was fabrication. I will not allow you to lie to the children.”
“A good story does not rely on only the truth.”
I step towards Vincent. “Let’s see if the Loa agree. I can take us to the crossroads and Legba can give us his opinion.”
Vincent smile fades. “There’s no need for such an extreme response.”
I take one more step towards Vincent. “Oh, it’s no problem. We can go right now.”
“Like I said. It was only a harmless story. I must be going. Good day.”
Vincent walks away and Marcus walks up to me. “You don’t like him. Do you?”
I watch Vincent as he walks. “No. I don’t believe I do.”

I got two separate tickets for parking too close to a fire hydrant.
One was issued at 5.55am and another at 6.30am. I slipped up and parking near the fire hydrant was my fault, but do I really have to pay both of these fines? ($115 each)
I was thinking I could pay one and possibly dispute the other and go to court. Any advice or suggestions or am I just SOL and I have to pay 230