Dog fence for rving

I (23f) have been with my (now ex) boyfriend (26m) for 3 years on June 9th. Things started going downhill last January/February whenever I found out he was breaking our lease and moving away on his own. I had went to him one weekend, telling him I wanted us to move to the closest city so we can start to build the life we want. He’s lived all over the place, whereas I’ve only lived in the same small town and felt as though it was time for a change. By this point, he had already bought a ring and planned on marrying me so his response was that we should stay and save for the wedding. I was content with that, thinking we’d stay until we were married and could move together; however, the very next week he had left apartment listings for this city up on his computer. I brought it up and he told me— yes, he changed his mind and wanted to move…. But wanted to move alone. It caused a huge fight between us and he told me he didn’t want to get married anymore. I just couldn’t understand why he changed his mind and why I wasn’t a part of his plan. That night, he went to the local bar and got a girls Snapchat and had been talking to her. I didn’t find out until weeks later when we went to tour apartments in this city and she messaged him at 1:30 at night (he refused to open it and lied about what she actually said. She was moving to the same city and asked if he wanted to hang out). By May, he had moved and I was forced to move back into my parents with the dog we got together. I later moved to the same city, thinking “this was what I wanted originally, so why should I change my plans because he did what he did”. Silly maybe. For the next year to present day, I have felt neglected in almost every way. He began hanging out with new friends (including other women), he quit inviting me around his friends, he stopped posting me and posting more of the women and friends he was with, and even began talking and hanging out with other girls I had never met (but he swears it was platonically and never 1-on-1.. which wasn’t always true). EVERYTHING changed. I became very unhappy with him but wanted to stay because I truly love this man. Within the last two to three months, I’ve been voicing my feelings more. I started therapy and medication for depression and anxiety and began learning how to communicate healthily (though I’m still not perfect at it, I’ve made progress). A lot of times, he would dismiss my feelings or literally say “I’m under a lot of stress. Let’s not do this. Please just be happy”. I finally told him I was feeling done with us, so for the last few weeks he has tried to be better. Occasionally inviting me out and finally taking me on a few dates again. But by this point, I’m at my wits end. I’m stuck in fight or flight and am so easily triggered by everything he does. I can’t forgive him. Literally every conversation seems to end in a fight because I can’t contain my emotions.. and now I feel like there’s something wrong with me. He’s actually starting to treat me right, so why can’t I accept it? We ended things last night on pretty bad terms and I think I went into crisis mode. Other than him, I have been dealing with so many things in my personal life— I just lost my grandma, my boss is leaving so I’m taking more responsibilities at work, I’m also trying to save to move again July, amongst other things. Im embarrassed to admit but I actually called the hotline last night because I’m so tired of this life.
Anyway, all of that to ask for this advice:
For those of you who have been in a pretty tough relationship and it ended on bad terms, what are some things that helped you heal and move on? How do I find myself again? I feel so hurt and lost and angry at myself for so many things. I don’t foresee myself feeling better about this situation for a long time… and I know this isn’t the case necessarily, but I feel like my hurt emotions and inability to forgive ruined everything.
Any advice on how to proceed and bring myself peace is greatly appreciated.
Tl;Dr — my rocky relationship came to an end. How do I find peace?

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hey there i was wondering if anyone might be able to help me get a bag of food for my dog, i am homeless rn in ithaca, we are walking down n triphammer towards McDonald's. my dog is not picky any kind of dry food would be fine id appreciate it so much. we had been staying in my car but i cant get it to start up this morning so things are bleak. looking for some interested in buying a car with no title also. we will be at McDonald's for a while if you can help possibly but cant come here my cash app is $littlemonday12 i just need dog food thanks sm

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Its gonna be months before I can get any kind of mental help (there's a long wait time, apparently) so right now all I can do is sit and rot with my thoughts And I CANNOT stop thinking about DPD. So I thought, hey, while im waiting, lets get other opinions.
I can't tell if this is the missing puzzle piece, if this is what has been Wrong with me this whole time
I have diagnosed GAD and Autism. For the first 12 years of my life, I lived in a neglectful home. Dad (who is also autistic and socially awkward) is distant, mother was an alcoholic who spent her time passed out on the couch
I do not remember my childhood, those are the only facts I know. At 12 years old I was taken out of that house to live with my sister, who became my guardian. I lived there until I was 22.
My sister was both abusive and overly protective. Would get worried if I went out when it was dark or if I bought stuff she didnt know about, while also screaming in my face every day about how useless I am and how she hates living with me lol
I dont remember much of my teen years either, so I dont know when it started. But for as long as I can remember I've had this ingrained thought that I cannot care for myself, I need other people to care for me. If I were ever alone, I would die
It was pretty much drilled into my head for years too, by the people I lived with. I lived like a child until I was 22. Being talked down to, constantly ordered (not asked) to do chores, having my entire life dictated by my sister, having to ask to do things like go to the corner shop
Being autistic, and also nonverbal, and also 5'0 with a babyface, I went through school with everyone treating me like a 12 year old even at like, 17. At home I would also be treated like im mentally 12
I guess it got so drilled into my head that along the way I just accepted this. I believed I couldnt fend for myself if I didnt have my guardians, I believed I was lower than other people. I believed I was mentally 12. I was a doormat in that house, I would be screamed at for every little thing and I wouldnt say a word. For a whole decade, I lived like that
Whatever I wanted to do, Did Not Matter. What everyone else wanted me to do was what mattered. There was only obeying, no arguing
So here's what caused me to believe I may have DPD. I found someone online. We became friends, we talked every day. I developed a crush. She was very gentle and understanding when nobody else in my life was. She would make sure Im okay, she would reassure me its not my fault.
Whenever I accidentally hurt myself I would show her immediately, because she would comfort me and tell me how to look after the wounds
Little things like her showing me how to open an umbrella felt almost euphoric. Sometimes I felt the urge to purposefully dumb myself down, to pretend I didnt know things so other people would care for me and show me (Most of the time I just genuinely didnt know how to do said things lol, but I would sometimes take advantage and exaggerate)
I developed separation anxiety. I would get severely anxious whenever she was offline for long periods of time. I had a HUGE fear of abandonment (and I couldnt figure out where this came from, because nobody had abandoned me before) to the point where it was debilitating. I would ruminate on these thoughts of abandonment all day every day. She would have to reassure me she loves me and wouldn't leave a LOT. She didnt mind doing it. She has mental illnesses too, she understands
I was so clingy, she was all I could think about. I was open about my separation anxiety and clinginess.
I relied on her, the thought of losing her was my biggest fear. I fully believed I could not live without her.
She became what I jokingly called a "budget caretaker", and I panicked about this a lot even when she repeatedly reassured me she didn't mind.
Obviously, while she wasnt dependent on me like I was on her, the love wasnt one sided. If she was ever upset I would drop everything to listen and be there for her. I spent a LOT of money I worked hard to make from art on birthday gifts for her. I would send a good morning message every day and tell her how much I love her.
Everything I did, I did for her. She tells me she likes how I look in certain clothes, I get that stuck in my head and I will impulsively buy more, Just to take pictures in them to show her. I have to tell her everything, what Im doing at any moment, from eating to drawing to tidying. Everything I did was worthless if she wasnt there to witness it
Things like her off-handedly suggesting a get a desk for my room, and me months later being so excited to show her I followed her suggestions despite her probably not remembering she suggested it
She suggested food to buy that would be good for me, and I bought it just to show her I bought it, and I never ate it. If we disagreed on anything, I would panic. We usually have the same opinions on everything so in the rare case we didnt it felt like my world was ending. I would back down, seeing her opinion as more important, and I would immediately try to turn it into my opinion, changing my feelings on the topic to fit hers
I never once saw her get angry or upset with me, but it was one of my biggest fears
The anxiety attacks Id have over the thought of her leaving me left me miserable and suicidal. I hated being this way. I hated that she had to witness that. I hated that I always needed her to look after me.
This weird people pleaser attitude is something ive always had. I chalked it down to an inferiority complex, inherently seeing other people's opinions as worth more than mine. Or assuming everyone around me is smarter, and if I had a clashing opinion I was the black sheep and I had to change it to fit in
Changing opinions is something I can do easily, unless its something im VERY passionate about, or something that will Never be up for debate (abuse, bigotry, etc). I also chalked this up to me being gullible? Im not sure
It's a bit weird, because with this online friend it's the first time I'd ever felt equal to another human being. I didnt feel like she was above me, but also I would want her to look after me? In times of anxiety or distress I'd feel smaller and she would comfort me, and it made the distress worth it
Once I got bitten by my sisters dog and I genuinely didn't care because my sister was nice to me during that time when she . Did the bare minimum (stop yelling at me, take me to the doctors, be a little nice to me)
I left my sisters house, something I never thought I could do. I did it because my online friend would be proud of me. My separation anxiety worsened that day, because it was such an extreme event I could not be alone without feeling nauseous
The only reason I could leave was because I had my brother, who offered to let me live with him. And my brother immediately became someone who would take care of me. He takes me places I dont feel I can go myself, he takes on responsibilities like my bank account or signing me up for counselling, he makes sure I eat, etc
If I didnt have him, I would've never left my sister.
My online friend cut me off 2 and a half months ago (nothing I did, she cut all her friends off for mental health reasons) and it has been the worst months of my life. I have this constant desperation to get her back, I cannot see myself living a happy life without her. I know she's moved on from me. But I cannot. I feel like I need her. I sit here and wait every day like a lost puppy for her return I sometimes want to find someone else, but the thought of starting over and the thought of it not being her, who I loved with everything I had for over a year, deters me
A little while after she left I had arm and chest pain and fully believed I was having a heart attack (I wasnt). I wasnt anxious because I went to her DMs and told her this and her simply asking "are you ok" filled me with such euphoria that I did not care about The Situation
I can be alone as long as I know I'm not Alone alone. Like, I like being alone in my room as long as my brother is in the house in a different room. Or I can be alone in my room as long as I know that I can talk to people online whenever I want (I have other online friends, but we are not close)
I actually run a Discord server, but I rely on my mods to make decisions and changes, and allow them to do whatever they want. Its a small server and the only active members are friends who would never break the rules or argue, so its easier. But before it was chill like this there were some bumps in the road, where we had to ban some people and I panicked the whole time and just thanked God that my mods were with me because I couldnt handle it on my own
And sometimes I find myself thinking, can I post this in this channel? Is this weird to say? Is this allowed in this server? It never fully connects that its MY server that I OWN
I struggle to make decisions a lot. I'd get yelled at a lot because Id reply "I dont know" for everything and I'd let others decide for me. For example, with dinner. My guardians would make me dinner even at the age of 22, and Id share it with my 7 year old nephew. We lived like there were only a few years between us
OH i just remembered when I was 14 I allowed one of my biggest bullies to become my boyfriend because he became nicer to me and admitted he liked me LMAO
At 17 I had another bf, but I allowed him to bring another person into the relationship even when I didnt really know this person, and we were a poly relationship . I dont remember anything really, I dont remember how we fell apart
The relationship with the online friend I talked about was the very first time I felt wholeheartedly loved. The first time I felt empathy and unconditional love for another person.
For me, I HAVE to have people to talk to at all times. Romantic, platonic, I dont care. Me and this person, we didnt care about labels (well, I did at first, but she didnt, so therefore I didnt either) I need to feel loved and nurtured. I've learned I can get that with very close friendships and I yearn to to be close to people constantly. I need what I had with her back
Another thing ive noticed is that whenever Im alone I pretend people are watching me. I live life as if Im in a video and Im being watched, so therefore what im doing at that moment matters. I chat away to these nonexistent people , acting as if Im recording a video or Im live or something. And even THEN im a people pleaser!!!! I get worried that these nonexistent people will judge what they see on my screen, or will judge what im doing, and I justify it to myself so they wont think im weird
Obviously these people dont exist. There's no voices or anything, I know im not being watched. I know im talking to myself. Its so normal to me that I never considered it until now I also do this to show off hobbies. I love pretending people are watching videos with me of hobbies or interests nobody else would realistically ever give a shit about. Its nice.
I will never be independent. I cannot. The thought of living alone, existing without other people feels like looking in an alternate universe.

I (23f) have been with my (now ex) boyfriend (26m) for 3 years on June 9th. Things started going downhill last January/February whenever I found out he was breaking our lease and moving away on his own. I had went to him one weekend, telling him I wanted us to move to the closest city so we can start to build the life we want. He’s lived all over the place, whereas I’ve only lived in the same small town and felt as though it was time for a change. By this point, he had already bought a ring and planned on marrying me so his response was that we should stay and save for the wedding. I was content with that, thinking we’d stay until we were married and could move together; however, the very next week he had left apartment listings for this city up on his computer. I brought it up and he told me— yes, he changed his mind and wanted to move…. But wanted to move alone. It caused a huge fight between us and he told me he didn’t want to get married anymore. I just couldn’t understand why he changed his mind and why I wasn’t a part of his plan. That night, he went to the local bar and got a girls Snapchat and had been talking to her. I didn’t find out until weeks later when we went to tour apartments in this city and she messaged him at 1:30 at night (he refused to open it and lied about what she actually said. She was moving to the same city and asked if he wanted to hang out). By May, he had moved and I was forced to move back into my parents with the dog we got together. I later moved to the same city, thinking “this was what I wanted originally, so why should I change my plans because he did what he did”. Silly maybe. For the next year to present day, I have felt neglected in almost every way. He began hanging out with new friends (including other women), he quit inviting me around his friends, he stopped posting me and posting more of the women and friends he was with, and even began talking and hanging out with other girls I had never met (but he swears it was platonically and never 1-on-1.. which wasn’t always true). EVERYTHING changed. I became very unhappy with him but wanted to stay because I truly love this man. Within the last two to three months, I’ve been voicing my feelings more. I started therapy and medication for depression and anxiety and began learning how to communicate healthily (though I’m still not perfect at it, I’ve made progress). A lot of times, he would dismiss my feelings or literally say “I’m under a lot of stress. Let’s not do this. Please just be happy”. I finally told him I was feeling done with us, so for the last few weeks he has tried to be better. Occasionally inviting me out and finally taking me on a few dates again. But by this point, I’m at my wits end. I’m stuck in fight or flight and am so easily triggered by everything he does. I can’t forgive him. Literally every conversation seems to end in a fight because I can’t contain my emotions.. and now I feel like there’s something wrong with me. He’s actually starting to treat me right, so why can’t I accept it? We ended things last night on pretty bad terms and I think I went into crisis mode. Other than him, I have been dealing with so many things in my personal life— I just lost my grandma, my boss is leaving so I’m taking more responsibilities at work, I’m also trying to save to move again July, amongst other things. Im embarrassed to admit but I actually called the hotline last night because I’m so tired of this life.
Anyway, all of that to ask for this advice:
For those of you who have been in a pretty tough relationship and it ended on bad terms, what are some things that helped you heal and move on? How do I find myself again? I feel so hurt and lost and angry at myself for so many things. I don’t foresee myself feeling better about this situation for a long time… and I know this isn’t the case necessarily, but I feel like my hurt emotions and inability to forgive ruined everything.
Any advice on how to proceed and bring myself peace is greatly appreciated.
Tl;Dr — my rocky relationship came to an end. How do I find peace?

Hi! I'm Angel, I'm 23 and I'm an INFJ. Let's see, I don't have anything interesting about me. Well, when I walk into a room and forget what I was supposed to be doing, is normal, everyone experienced that in their life, right? I still watch cartoons, I think a lot of you prefer anime which I don't have a problem with, the first anime I watched was Slam Dunk which was worth it hahaha. Isn't Courage the Cowardly Dog a bit too traumatizing for kids? I remembered watching an episode with a Giant Hamster, and there was this song that goes "It's a small world after all", it scared me so much that I couldn't sleep that night. And the "Return the slab or suffer my curse" episode. The person who created Courage sure hates kids hahaha!
I used to draw or sketch, but I stopped because they said that art doesn't do any good to anyone and it's a useless talent, and I wouldn't go anywhere with it. But I do want to back to doing what I love, even if it's just me sketching something random at some time and day. We can be art mates if you want. I don't have a problem sharing some ideas. I also write, most of them are unwritten. I have a growing collection of books, 3 of them are read but 10 or 12 of them are still unread. It's whenever I enter a bookstore and spot a good book I grab it and go home with it. I procrastinate a lot which might you book lovers out there angry at me right now for not reading my books, I apologize. We can read a book together so I can have some time reading than overthinking about what life is going to throw at me next.
I think... my post is long now and I've said enough. You can dm me if you want to talk and be friends. Bye bye now! Oh! And have a great day or night!

This may be a bit long but I'm hoping for some advice. I don't feel as though my hamstrings are tight. I can be flat footed, or nearly, depending on the day, in down dog comfortably, and I don't feel as though I'm pushing. I've eased back in seated forward fold and down dog, bending the knees a bit in case I'm overstretching. The quad stretch, when you start in tabletop, stretch one leg back and arm forward, then reach back to grab the foot?? I've been practicing very consistently for over a year, and no matter what I get an instant, very intense pain right in the middle of the hamstring when I try. Both legs. I thought it must be my form, but my instructor said the form was fine. (I didn't ask her this question, I don't know why lol.) I've been consciously trying to stretch the strings properly, but I almost feel as my hamstrings are more tight in the mornings now, so I feel like I'm doing something improperly. Any thoughts?
I do know my legs aren't as strong as they used to be, I had a massive surgery last year and am still rebuilding strength. I also ride a bike, around two to five miles a day, and that's been recent since the weather broke a bit. It doesn't impede me on any other way that I notice.

Which place would give me the best quality for my buck? I’m willing to spend anywhere between 150-200 but definitely want to leave room to get a vape or two. Been on the fence with VC but with the recent post and both of their carts tasting the same to me aside from being different strains is making me want to go elsewhere. I saw MUV had some interesting savvy strains to try, but I’m tempted to go back to JB or give Flowery another shot. I’m willing to get less meds but if that means I’ll get a higher quality to compensate.
P.S. my Rec expires on the 7th so I’m trying to get as much as possible until I can afford to renew.
Thanks in advance again.

My dog brought me a baby rabbit this morning. Small, moves around okay, eyes open. I’d just put it down and let it go in hopes it would find its way back but it could’ve been snagged anywhere on my 40 acres and it’s obviously too small to be roaming around.
What do I do for it until it can be taken to rehab center?

He’s 17 weeks old, absolutely refuses to eat puppy food. We’ve tried two different kinds (with appropriate transitioning) and he will NOT eat it. Even if we put on a meal topper. Won’t touch it. Looks at us with a side eye.
He wants our older dogs food, it’s literally the same food just adult versus puppy. I don’t know what to do.
He has gotten little pieces of hers off the floor because she eats like a slob and her kibble goes everywhere - and he can chew it.
Is it wrong to give him big dog food with toppers on it for him to get the nutrition? We go to the vet Wednesday anyway so I can ask then but just wanted to see if anyone has dealt with this.

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I adjusted the strip of cloth over my face, making sure it covered my nose. The air in our section had grown progressively worse over the course of my lifetime, and though not actually toxic, you didn't want to breathe it in for long. Tiny footsteps padded behind me, making only a slight sound, but in this area, you didn't discount any noise.
I spun, swinging my walking stick around, knowing it wouldn't be enough if there was a real threat. If only I hadn't lost my lanchette and gun— I stopped my stick at the last minute, pulling it up, nearly hitting myself in the process. Damn.
It was that dang dog again, the one who had taken to following me everywhere. Or at least everywhere it could. Even its apparent loyalty couldn't trump its self-preservation instincts when I went into certain parts of the ruined city. The people that still lived there, well, they weren't averse to eating whatever they could find.
I didn't eat dog, but not because of some moral shit. Just that it didn't agree with me, made me sick, and in this environment, if you got sick you probably ain't getting better. No, the mangy mutt was safe with me, or at least safer than with the others. Why it wasn't part of the wild packs that roamed the city, I don't know, maybe they also didn't want it tagging along.
"Shoo." I swung my stick again, gentler this time, poking it in the side to get it to leave. "I've got nothing for you." The dog simply moved a few steps to the side, cocking its head with a short whine. I didn't have time for this.
"Fine, follow me, what do I care." I continued picking my way through the rubble that lined the outskirts of our section. Blue crackled at the edge of my vision, the forcefield that separated us from the stinking rest of the city. When the sun hit it just right, you could see through it, see the rich sods going about their lives not caring about our suffering. And why should they?
I don't know that I would care, if I was them. But there was no dwelling on it. One could go mad trying to think the thoughts of others. Besides, I didn't know enough about them to really judge. They might never look because they couldn't bear the sight. A weak reason, but perhaps better than a studied indifference, or worse, a delight in our predicament.
My thoughts and the pattering sound of the dog's feet were the only noises that annoyed me as I searched through the rubble. Sometimes, here on the outskirts, there were things. Things we'd forgotten how to use, things that spoke of a better time. My stick was one of them, or at least a part of one. It had writing on it, and the jagged ends spoke of great destruction that had the ability to shear metal like paper.
But I found nothing that day, and as I sat at the campfire I lit that night, I sighed. A wet nose pushed itself into my hand, accompanied by a small whine.
"Go away." I shoved the nose away, making my voice harsh. "Get out of it. I don't want you, you understand?" The dog cocked its head, and went away, but only as far as the other side of the campfire. It would have to do, I was too tired to drive it further.
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The days blurred together as I traveled around the outskirts of our section. Always the sun rose above me, beating down on my head, and I gave thanks for the hat I found. Always beside me, the forcefield crackled its dire warning of pain if you tried to pass through. Always behind me, the dog's feet padded over the rough terrain, never failing.
I'd given up on driving it away. If it wanted to follow me until its paws fell off, that was its business. There was no energy to waste on trying to dissuade it. And, I supposed, it was company, of a sort. Sometimes, I found myself listening for the footsteps. But not because I cared about the dog, you understand. No, I simply wanted to make sure that if it died, its body wouldn't draw worse predators. Predators that might want to make me a snack.
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I woke one morning to yelps and snarls. Not a completely uncommon occurrence, the roving packs of wild dogs sometimes encountered each other and neither were likely to choose peace. Stretching, I rose from my prone position, reaching for my stick. The ashes of the campfire stirred in the gentle breeze, and I frowned. Something was missing.
The orange splotch of fur that normally lay across the fire from me, my constant annoyance, wasn't there. Another yelp rose into the early morning air, drawing my gaze to the scrum of fur just on the edge of sight. There was a flash of orange somewhere deep inside the rest.
Damn.
I ran over to the fight, nearly twisting my ankle as a piece of stone slipped from under my feet. Stupid dog, getting itself involved. Stupid human for making the same mistake. There had to be at least two packs all bearing down on the little orange dog. I watched for three seconds before a red mist covered my vision—not anger—blood. The little annoyance had taken a chunk out of a wild dog's throat.
But the defiance wouldn't last long, the other dogs were just playing with the orange one. Blinking the blood out of my eyes, I sighed. My stick wouldn't be enough to take down a single dog pack, never mind two. No, I had two choices. Walk away, or use my last deck of cards. I started to turn from the scene, determined not to get involved.
The little orange dog yelped, blood dripping down its front leg. My hands dropped my stick with a clatter, reaching into my pocket, ripping off the plastic that covered the card deck. It wasn't fair, if you were going to kill something, you should do it clean. Not this torturous playing with your victim.
Separating out the king, queen, jack, and ace, I stuffed them in the band of my hat, insurance until I found my next deck. Fanning the others in one hand, I summoned my magic, the power tied to the cards and only the cards. Most in my family had used it to gamble, but I'd found a more violent method. With my free hand, I pulled swiftly and surely, sending the cards spinning through the air toward the dogs.
The playing cards should have fallen before they made it halfway. They didn't. Bent to my will, they shot towards the dogs, slitting throats and slicing through hamstrings. I pushed and pulled, sending each card swirling in a dance of death, until they were too sodden with blood to be of any use. It only took seconds until all the wild dogs lay bleeding in the rubble. Like I said, good clean killing.
The orange dog, my annoyance, tried to walk toward me, but the damage done to both front legs made it impossible. Picking up my stick, I sighed again. Now I would have to treat the damn thing's wounds. And carry it around until it was better. Stupid dog. It whimpered as I came closer.
"Shh, little one, I won't hurt you. Come here, let's see what we can do about that leg."
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Weeks have passed since our encounter with the wild dogs. The little orange nuisance can walk now, and I've managed to find spare scraps of fabric to protect its feet from the rough terrain we cross. Not because I care, just so I don't have to carry the bloody thing if it gets hurt again. Same reason I make sure there aren't any wild dog packs in the areas we sleep.
So I guess I have a companion now, a liability. Stupid of me, in this place, you don't want any dead weight, you don't want to care about anything. And I don't. I really don't care, but... I'd miss the dang thing if it ever decided to leave. If that makes me stupid, well...
I looked down at the little dog, who was padding happily at my side. Tounge lolling out, with a happy smile, it pounced on a small twig, snapping it up into its mouth. At least if I was stupid, I'd be in good company. And like my mother used to say when I was little, 'Root, if you're going to be stupid, be stupid in a group, at least that way you'll have back-up.' I smiled, stiff muscles not used to the motion.
"Come on, Menace. Let's get going."

Woke up on Sunday to water leaking throughout our tent and decided it is time to buy new gear. We used the Eureka Copper Canyon for the past 13 years and no amount of resealing over the last year has helped. I’m looking for recs on a new tent.
Most importantly it must stay dry in moderately heavy, sustained rains. It also needs to be large enough to comfortably hold 2 full/queen sized air mattresses and a large dog crate (80# dog). We car camp so weight isn’t a factor but has to be easy enough for 2 people to set up. Cost isn’t a factor.
I’ve looked at the North Face Wawona 8 and a CORE brand cabin tent but hoping the masses here can point me in a good direction of options.

I have been looking for this for 5 years now I posted about this here multiple times on many accounts so please upvote this post so it can get more people, I know requesting upvotes it annoying sorry.
I remember I was around 4-5 years old in 2007 and there was this cartoon about two frogs, I remember it was slightly dark like courage the cowardly dog and I think the animation looked like it too, they were standing up straight not like an actual frog I only remember it was my favorite show at the time, its either a fever dream and my brain made it all up or there is something like that out there, I think its lost media at this point, but on my last post a year ago someone told me they remember it too.
here is what I remember
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• they liked cheese a lot (afaik)
• they were two frog friends one was taller than the other
• it was mostly comedy
• the only scene I remember was that they once got "kidnapped" by some mysterious faceless character in a limousine and he offers them a drink (something that had worms in it as far as I remember) which they declined
• its an American show I believe, it aired on an Arabic channel called mbc3 that buys western cartoons and translates them (pretty much all Nickleodeon's, Disney's and some of CN's cartoons) the channel had only about 2 original shows at the time, I am 100% sure its not an original show from that channel because it had a western style cartoon animation and humor

that's all I know, I am not sure if they liked cheese or if my brain made it all up and I am not sure about the year but it was most likely the early 2000s

My ferret passed away in February. He had gotten sick 2 hours before my birthday, and we had to put him to sleep on the 14th. When that happened, i thought he would somehow magically appear in my room or sleeping under my blankets. But he didnt pop up and I realized he was gone for real. He wasnt coming back. I cried nonstop, thinking it was my fault somehow. Everyday was just me crying nonstop. I still said goodnight to his ashes every night and to his brother, my other ferret even now. When my family got a dog two weeks ago, it seemed as if I was the only one still crying and mourning over my ferret. My baby. I mean I was his main caretaker and his mom basically, but it still hurt. The dog reminds me of my ferret and ironic how he was born on the day my ferret got sick. Now recently I feel like I'm just getting worst, I can hardly leave my room, I only leave when I need food, or to use the restroom and do my everyday shower and brushing teeth. I'm crying everyday still for hours. It hurts so much because I just want to hold him again, and never let go, to see him again and cuddle him. Everyday is just me laying in bed and sleeping. And when I do wake up, its just me crying. I want this feeling to go away so much. It feels like my heart has broken in two. Literally, as if the pain was physically there. I just miss him so much, I just want to hold and feel him again. To not feel like this. Sometimes I think about why he couldnt stay here with me just for a few more years. I thought he would stay until I was atleast in college. I miss him and want to see him so bad. I wish I could just play and hold him again. Just once more but this time not let go. I love thinking about him even if it makes me cry. I love to think about how he was so smart and such a mischievous baby boy. He got embarrassed easily and upset easily. He would climb onto my bed just to sleep or be in my arms. Even when he wasnt tired he would climb into my arms and make me pet him so he could just stare at me. Wide awake not tired at all. He would lick me nonstop till the point it felt like sandpaper was rubbing on my skin. It hurt but it was cute. I miss him so much. I dont know what to do to make this feeling stop. I hate it. I hate my eyes constantly hurting from crying and my nose constantly stuffed up. I hate constantly sleeping just to make the pain go away. I dont know what to do.

Does anyone have recommendations for dog probiotics? I'm UK based. My dog is on broad spectrum antibiotics so I'm looking for something with a range of probiotic strains, instead of just one strain.

I have an almost 2yo male hound mix that my fiance and I have had since he was 8 weeks old. For the first 4ish months we had him he slept in his kennel at night and went to work with me in the day. Then we started introducing him to staying in his kennel during the day until he got too big to bring to work and he transitioned to being in his kennel while we work and by then he was sleeping with us.
He has never been a dog who loved his kennel. He happily tolerated it I would say. He would go in begrudgingly but immediately lay down and rest. Never wanted to chew on frozen treats or play in there. Only would rest comfortably.
We had a weird month in May where we had a guest staying with us who was home while we were at work. That upset Zuko because since someone was home he wanted to be with them but since we leave for work early he had to wait for our guest to wake up and let him out. This was fine for two weeks but during the third week he tore up his bed on Tuesday from throwing a fit. On Wednesday he doesn't have kennel time because my fiance doesn't work. Then on Thursday he absolutely lost it. Crying, panting, drooling, biting the kennel bars, sticking his paw between the bars and pulling at them. He ending up scraping his paw pretty badly and cutting his tongue before we got the camera alert and called our friend to be wake up and let him out.
Now, even though all guests are gone he will not let us leave him in his kennel. Guest left on the 25th. We tried once to leave him on the 26th as a trial and he was fine, he wasn't as relaxed as normal but he didn't cry or anything. But then later that day when we needed to leave for real we didn't get further than the front steps before he was losing it again. We had different guests for the long weekend and never tried to put him in there, we just shut him in the bedroom where his kennel is and that worked ok but not great.
This morning we tried the kennel again and we couldn't even leave the room. He was crying and panting as soon as we locked the latch. We do not know what to do. We cannot take him to work every day but when we leave him out in our bedroom he likes to howl about how much he misses us and we live in an apt so he can't be doing that at 7am. We are so lost and frustrated and don't know how to get him back to "normal". He will go in and out for treats, if I'm in my PJs and we're chilling I can lock the door and walk away for a few seconds and he's fine. It's only when we go to actually leave the house that he seems to start being afraid.
If anyone reads all this and has any advice, thank you in advance. We are really upset and don't know how to help our boy.

e.g., my cousin’s friend’s mum’s uncle’s dog once held a door open for ‘Wolf’ from Gladiators. (Or for any ‘Parks and Rec’ fans ‘I’m about to play golf with a guy who was almost on The Apprentice.’)