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A Punjabi guy was seen smoking a pipe and I took the opportunity to capture his addiction while walking beside him.
Penang Superfriends Outing
PA_583 [20 points]
Because of the addictive online game 'FlashInvaders' I feel myself urged to revisit a lot of Paris space invaders. Also this one on a not so beautiful location hidden behind Gare Saint-Lazare in the 8ème arrondissement. This Pac Man space invader is almost 10 years active and still in good shape. Invader did a lot of Pac Mans around 2005 and this one is one of the examples which is still visible and "flashable".
Other views:
PA_583 (Impasse view, August 2006)
PA_583 (Zoom in, August 2006)
Date of invasion: 03/04/2005
[ Visited PA_583 for the first time 1 year and 4 months after invasion ]
Notes are for the addictive DC Chain group.
This photo is from a few years ago, but we still play pickup ultimate frisbee games on the NIH campus on Tuesday and Thursday evenings for as long as there is enough evening light to allow it, and occassional weekend winter games like this.
Addictive Foods and their Harmful Consequences
www.healteach.club/2020/12/addictive-foods-and-their-harm...
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WHEN A MAN DIES WITHIN
Gazing down at the familiar lines of the white cigarette packet that he clasped in his right hand, eyes crumpled up a little against the invasive brightness of the crisp early Spring morning light, David could not help but manage a slightly wry smile at the warning sign printed in bold lettering just under the lip of the flip open top. 'Smoking can kill', a rather beautifully graphic small colour photograph emblazoned upon the rear cover as he momentarily flipped the pack over in his hand, depicting the aftermath of years of carnage within the confines of one addicts mouth. David thumbed the roof of his own mouth with his right hand, still gripping the cigarette between his index and third second finger as he tapped his upper front teeth and ascertained that they were correctly in situ. Placing the cigarette into the moist confines of his mouth he drew on the tiny object, sucking in a stream of gloriously addictive chemicals infused and entwined with beautiful harmony, Benzine, Formaldehyde, acetone and ammonia blended with arsenic, hydrogen cyanide and tar, what a sumptuous concoction to calm the nerves and brace a man at the beginning of yet another fast paced day in the rat race commuter zone of the city.
At his feet lay a collection of discarded nicotine butts, enjoyed to the very last, the filters bent and crushed upon impact with the floor, dropped from height and stabbed with the under sole of David's perfectly shiny and bulled up black Italian leather designer shoes. Back arched against the wooden window plinth of the shuttered backstreet printing house, David stood resplendent in his city garb, clothed for combat with the corporate crew, two piece Saville row tailored suit and silk shirt capped by a loud and vibrant hand stitched mauve tie, Armani belt with silver buckle that glistened in the morning sunlight and neatly cropped mousy brown hair, his face closely shaven and bathed in musky oils that renewed and reinvigorated those dying skin cells that every man of a certain age fights a daily battle with. Ten minutes from the office, a freshly brewed caramel macchiato with extra topping in his left hand, from one of the many Starbucks seemingly on every corner of every street in each and every major city of the Western world these days. Placing his lips over the tiny flow hole of the white plastic cap placed securely over the drinks cup, emblazoned with vibrant corporate motifs and one of those dinky little brown corrugated slip on hand grips to prevent inadvertent burns to ones hand, he drank a gulp of the tasty beverage, which had cooled down considerably during the smoking of his fifth cigarette in twenty minutes.
First the cooling flavour of the whipped synthetic cream atop of the drink entered his mouth, seducing the papillae and taste receptor cells situated in the upper surface of his tongue and soft palate, followed by the warmth and delicate caramel flavour of the luke warm coffee which flowed smoothly through his mouth and into the welcome of his stomach. The cup drained, David placed it with his left hand back onto the wooden window plinth, dusty from the city debris, building works and fallout of daily life as the army of workers passed by in their droves. Placing the empty packet of Malboro cigarettes onto the plinth to his right, he pushed his arched back off the railing and pulled the base fronts of his jacket down, dabbing both sides with his hands to smooth any creases. The boss was always fastidious about the appearance of his staff, reprimands dished out with daily monotony to all and sundry caught with shirts not tucked in or shoes not polished to within an inch of their lives. David considered that it must have been the military influence on his distant past that had left it's mark on a man who seemed never to have had a moments fun in his sad little life.
For a few moments, David glanced at the passers by, dreary faces, fixed stares, down turned lips on the way to a myriad of workplaces across the length and breadth of the city of opportunity, the city of dreams, A young fresh faced whiz kid with a Kensington accent and carefully orchestrated streaked hair passed by, cell phone to right ear, barking words of a conversation that he wanted everyone else to hear and be impressed by. Share dealing, money making, subservient recipient on the other end of the line fawning to his vocal commands as he blended into the oncoming flow of people like a tiny prop forward felled by the advancing scrum in a rugby match. An itsy bitsy size zero sauntered past, tiny footsteps barely registering upon the cement paving slabs as her minuscule form and painfully gaunt features stared at the array of people queuing for the coffee shop, and a black dude with iPod earpiece tapping out a tinny drum and bass beat of some obscure and soon to disband through apathy band, slunk past with a hip induced swagger and ill fitting jeans with an arse that virtually dragging on the ground. David raised his left arm, pulling back the jacket and shirt sleeves to reveal the big Omega watch face that showed nine in the morning. Time to begin another day just like any other. Only this was a very different day in the heart of the city, one that would not go unnoticed.
Right hand reaching inwards towards the inner breast pocket of his jacket, David's palm settled around the handle of the small black Beretta PX4 sub compact handgun that he'd easily purchased for a few hundred pounds from a friend of a friend who had contacts in the know and spurious advertisements on Ebay where decommissioned weaponry could be 'Easily converted for authenticity of the collector'. The weapon of divine retribution felt so cool to the touch falling to his right side as he twisted his head and neck to flex the muscles which audibly crunched. Moving forwards into the jostling crowds, David said good morning to an oncoming gent with a pin striped uniform and look of bewilderment as the three inch barrel met his gaze and a single bullet was expelled through the air into his temple. Before the hapless first victim had fallen, David was continuing without a missing stride, through a side alleyway as screams erupted from shocked passers by now long behind him. Tunnel vision, eyes searching as the victims streamed across his line of view, David pivoted around, barrel following the head of a white uniformed restaurant worker, Chinese descent as he scampered from one fire exit door to another across the alleyway, another two shots flying with consummate grace and balletic energy into the unwilling flesh of the mans skull. In the doorway, a second man, thick set, holding a tray of freshly basted chickens in his hands, stood frozen to the spot, eyes staring straight at David's. David raised a left index finger to his mouth, pursing his lips as if to tell the man to keep quiet, before moving onwards into the opening streets before him. Five more bullets covetted the air as three more victims fell like human dominoes, a pretty young twenty something woman with ocean blue eyes and mismatched dark eyebrows to her over dyed blonde hair, a jogger with the passing scent of sweaty testosterone as droplets glistened and leapt in all directions from his muscle packed running torso, and an out of sorts punk with shocking pink hair, thick black eyeliner just like his dear old grandmother probably still applies and elephant bone ear graffiti, who screamed like a stuck pig as the bullet pierced his upper torso causing him to spin on his feet before falling to the ground clutching the entry wound as his final breaths spurted out.
Moving out into the main drag, a road away from his place of work for the last twenty odd years, David peppered the passers by with random shells that dazed and grazed, finishing off two more bodies that lay writhing in blood on the unforgiving concrete floor, before aiming at a single mother leaning over the grey plastic and chromed metal handles of her child buggy in which nestled her two year old brat, outside a confectioners store just yards from his workplace. The woman straightened up and stared back at David with a terrified expression, frozen to the spot like an animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. The child screamed, more for the taste of chocolate treats than any understanding of the perilous situation his mother now faced as David tilted his head to the left, gazing into the woman's terrified brown eyes before raising his pistol towards her head and pulling the trigger, which clicked to signify that the thirteen bullet magazine had reached it's conclusion. She would have died, he would have killed her, the brat too, if not for the limitations of the tiny hand gun and the necessity of both time and haste. He smiled and waved the pistol as if to tell her to run, whilst reaching into his pocket and retrieving a second loaded magazine which slipped effortlessly within the gun handle with a satisfying clunk once in place.
Chaos behind him, David stood before the giant glass and polished chromed entrance doors to Smyth and sons near Piccadilly circus. “Your future in our hands” read the experted sign printed black words etched across the tops of the entrance as David smiled and entered, despatching the security guard with a single shot as he reached the brass elevators at the rear of the lobby, pressed the white plastic button and entered before allowing the arriving occupants to make their exit. A momentary decision allowed the pretty Asian girl in the short red skirt clutching a blue file close to her chest, a vending machine repair guy in uniform with his identification badge hanging from his neck lanyard and a spectacled lady with mousy brown hair and a look on her face suggesting that she had never had a days fun in her entire life, to walk away with their lives. A calmness swept over David's mind as he thumbed the elevator button, floor thirteen, and the location of his tiny desk amongst the hordes of likewise crammed into the cattle shed confines for so many years of his working life prior to his dismissal just one week earlier. Thought's of how humiliated he had felt being outshone by Philips and Robertson's presentations, the new kids on the block with savage intent, delusions of grandeur and such a youthful appetite to establish a name for themselves at any cost to those who they deemed as rivals. A life's work down the pan, hopes and dreams, aspirations of greater heights, a home and family life with the trappings of contentment brushed aside like the trinkets on his desk as he was ordered to gather up his belongings and never darken the doorstep of the building in which he had spent twenty years of late night's building portfolio's, protecting assets, courting the key clients, kissing corporate ass and being treated like something that the boss had stepped in and did not much care for.
All for nothing, as the elevator door pinged, coming to an abrupt halt with David's stomach taking nano seconds to catch up with the forces of gravity. Bright lights, the hubbub of office life, startled faces as he walked through the centre pathway, a mind so focussed on what he was about to do that everything seemed to haze and move into slow motion. Gun raised, seeking out the perpetrators of his personal demise, David shot Anthony Phillips between the eyes, the body slumping to the ground as he turned and hit a terrified Bill Robertson who had tried in vane to make a bid for the fire exit door before succumbing to two rounds that blasted through his neck and face. David continued, sniping as he walked purposeful strides, not a care in the world for those he took down, no rhyme nor reasoning behind each kill, just the anger at his peers for standing by and watching his demise, the inner turmoil and self loathing, the feelings of betrayal as he lined up the two instigators of his downfall within the gun sight and fired twice into each cowering carcass, limbs flailing wildly as the desks shunted sideways and a nest of important documents flew into the air like doves of peace given their ultimate freedom. And up ahead the door to Robert Smyth's office, the great man himself standing in the doorway with a look of bewilderment on his fat little face as he turned and reached for the internal phone located on his solid oak captain's table behind him. David pushed onwards, entering behind his ex boss, loosing off a bullet into his back, Smyth instinctively reaching for the wound with his right hand whilst dropping the phone and slumping into his dark wood and green leather captains chair, adrenalin coursing through his veins as he looked up at David's blank expression and sinister eyes. David raised the gun sure and slow, blank expression, a fearsome stare as he fired two more rounds into Smyth's body before turning around to view the carnage in the office behind him. Cowering bodies, some heading for the exits like stampeding cattle, treading on fellow workmates who had fallen in the crush, the sounds of Police sirens in different parts of the city heading ever closer.
All went eerily quite for a few seconds as David thought about the life he once had, red and tearful eyes staring up and around the tiny dimensions of the room in which he had spent so many wasted years of subserviance and tedium, the room of his very aspirations that was never to be. A slight smile forming upon his lips, the pain of his demise, the realisation of some of the dreadful deeds that he had done this very morning now beginning to dawn upon a troubled conscience as he placed the barrel of the Beretta into the warm confines of his mouth, sweaty fingers wriggling and writhing on the hot to the touch metal trigger. After a brief pause of quiet reflection and thoughts of his own wife and family, he aimed the barrel low and flat in his mouth and without further hessitation managed two single shots which severed his spinal column at the point it met with the base of his skull, before his body hit the ground, a spray of bone fragments, brain matter and blood splattering the desk and contents behind him as he fell. Life can change in an instant, the mind can become blurred with rage and humiliation, for you can push a man just so far before he snaps, in whatever way he feels appropriate. The Understanding, contemplation, empathy that we feel or that indeed we do not, matter little when the human brain reacts to a given situation. And in the cold light of day, you can take anything away from a man except the belief he has in his own inner self and his pride, because without them, he dies within and truly has nothing left to live for......
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Written March 28th/29th 2011
Photograph taken at 06:45am on June 2nd 2011 in Carnaby Street, Central London, England.
Nikon D700 56mm 1/30s f/2.8 iso200
Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. UV filter
Nourishing on spiritual levels, particularly for those feeling restless and dissatisfied, or those with addictive tendencies. Helps in finding positive outlets, including artistic for energy and expression. Brings balance for meditation.
Bach believed that illness was the result of a conflict between the purposes of the soul and the personality's actions and outlook. This internal war, according to Bach, leads to negative moods and to "energy blocking", thought to cause a lack of "harmony", thus leading to physical diseases. Bach derived his solutions intuitively[ and based on his perceived psychic connections to the plants, rather than using research based on scientific methods. If Bach felt a negative emotion, he would hold his hand over different plants, and if one alleviated the emotion, he would ascribe the power to heal that emotional problem to that plant. He imagined that early-morning sunlight passing through dew-drops on flower petals transferred the healing power of the flower onto the water,[15] so he would collect the dew drops from the plants and preserve the dew with an equal amount of brandy to produce a mother tincture which would be further diluted before use.[16] Later, he found that the amount of dew he could collect was not sufficient, so he would suspend flowers in spring water and allow the sun's rays to pass through them.[15] If this was impractical because of lack of sunlight or other reasons, he wrote that the flowers may be boiled. The result of this process Bach termed the "mother tincture", which is then further diluted before sale or use. Bach was satisfied with the method, because of its simplicity, and because it involved a process of combination of the four elements: The earth to nurture the plant, the air from which it feeds, the sun or fire to enable it to impart its power, and water to collect and be enriched with its beneficent magnetic healing.
By the time of his death in 1936 at 50 years of age, Bach had created a system of 38 different flower remedies along with their corresponding theories of ailments.
Bach flower remedies (BFRs) are solutions of brandy and water—the water containing extreme dilutions of flower material developed by Edward Bach, an English homeopath, in the 1930s. Bach claimed that the dew found on flower petals retains the supposed healing properties of that plant.[1] Systematic reviews of clinical trials of Bach flower solutions have found no efficacy beyond that of a placebo.
The Bach flower remedy solutions, which contain a 50:50 mix of water and brandy, are called mother tincture.[4] Stock remedies—the solutions sold in shops—are dilutions of mother tincture into other liquid. Most often the liquid used is alcohol, so that the alcohol level by volume in most stock Bach remedies is between 25 and 40%[5][better source needed] (50 to 80 proof). The solutions do not have a characteristic scent or taste of the plant because of dilution. The dilution process results in the statistical likelihood that little more than a single molecule may remain; it is claimed that the remedies contain "energetic" or "vibrational" nature of the flower and that this can be transmitted to the user.[2] The solutions are described by some as vibrational medicines,[6][better source needed] which implies they rely on the pseudoscientific concept of water memory. They are often labeled as homeopathic because they are extremely diluted in water, but are not homeopathy as they do not follow other homeopathic ideas such as the law of similars.
The hypothesis that flower remedies are associated with effects beyond a placebo response is not supported by data from rigorous clinical trials.
All randomized double-blind studies, whether finding for or against the solutions, have suffered from small cohort sizes but the studies using the best methods found no effect over placebo.[3][2] The most likely means of action for flower remedies is as placebos, enhanced by introspection on the patient's emotional state, or simply being listened to by the practitioner. The act of selecting and taking a remedy may act as a calming ritual.
Most of the available evidence regarding the efficacy and safety of BFRs has a high risk of bias. We conclude that, based on the reported adverse events in these six trials, BFRs are probably safe. Few controlled prospective trials of BFRs for psychological problems and pain exist. Our analysis of the four controlled trials of BFRs for examination anxiety and ADHD indicates that there is no evidence of benefit compared with a placebo intervention.
Bach flower remedies are an alternative or complementary treatment that is used for emotional problems and pain. They're made out of watered-down extracts from the flowers of wild plants. Edward Bach, a medical doctor and homeopath, created these remedies in the early 1900s.
The center of a Tulip bud is known for being almost perfectly symmetrical. It has a geometric pattern of a hexagram. This is the symbol of the human position between the cosmos and the Earth. Tulip brings balance like the inward and outward expressions, like the tides of water being pulled by the Moon. Tulip helps us to see deeper and find balance within the shadow. Ruled by the Moon Tulip empowers us to make our own decisions through self-value and personal knowledge confidently. Planetary characteristics: Venus
Latin Name: Tulipa X gensneriana
Seven of Hearts: The Chariot & Tulip
From The Flower Attunement Guidebook-
The Tulip brings the feeling that spring has arrived in the northern hemisphere. Its assortment of beautiful chalice-like petals reaches high to the heavens but holds various sacred geometric patterns inside. In this flower essence from the Tulip, we look inside to see the patterns of the hexagrams; this is a symbol of the human position between the cosmos and the Earth, the inward and outward expression in nature like the tides of the water being pulled by the cycles of the Moon. This acknowledgment brings us psychic awareness into a fully embodied Venus quality of personal growth and self-value and worth. Tulip brings balance and stability in the search for personal growth and enlightenment. Tulip flower essence helps us to embody wisdom from the stars giving us insight and keeping us connected to Mother Earth.
Flower essence tinctures work by modifying energy flow through the typical acupuncture meridians. Shifts in these energetic patterns influence the consciousness in helpful ways, both emotionally and physically. These homeopathic remedies can be described as “vibrational” or energy medicine. Flowers themselves contain the highest concentration of life force energy of the plant. Through the sun infusion method, we can harness the flower's healing vibrational pattern and energy. This is imprinted in the water and then preserved as medicine. Preserved with brandy but can be replaced with glycerin upon request.
A Tulip's flower essence is only the plant's vibration, and no plant material is used in the harvesting process.
This can be used as a tincture ingested neat or added to water, tea, or whatever you feel. I recommend one drop in water three times a day. All of the essences can also be added to a bath.
1/2oz 15ml
Made intentionally by hand in Portland, OR
***Disclaimer
results vary and are not 100% guaranteed.
The blends are not intended to replace any medical or mental treatments by a qualified health physician. This information is for educational purposes.
primroseapothecary.com/flower-essences/tulipfloweressence
Flower remedies are sometimes promoted as being capable of boosting the immune system, but "there is no scientific evidence to prove that flower remedies can control, cure or prevent any type of disease, including cancer". Each solution is used alone or in conjunction with other solutions, and each flower is said by advocates to impart specific qualities. Remedies are usually taken orally.
The solutions may be recommended by a naturopath or by a trained Bach flower practitioner after an interview.
The best known solution product is the Rescue Remedy combination, which contains an equal amount each of rock rose, impatiens, clematis, star of Bethlehem and cherry plum remedies. Rescue Remedy is a trademark and other companies produce the same formula under other names, such as Five Flower Remedy.[10] Rescue Cream contains the same remedies in a cream form, with the addition of crab apple.
Those Addictive Little Beans
So wonderful,
oh how we meet,
one cup of coffee at a time
sitting on the seat
with little reason or rhyme
in the corner of the cafe
as you order a latte
can life be so bittersweet
or would I know
the subtle hunger of lust
as I sip my espresso
No I think, should I trust
in a flavor so robust
an aroma, so complete
as strangers, sipping coffee
Our drinks so strong
a taste never wrong
simply flavors of a bean
That mean so much
that they keep us moving along
by: Unknown
Addictive little suckers.
Made using a modified version of this tutorial: freshlypicked.blogspot.com/2009/03/oil-cloth-coin-purse-t...
Blogged: www.meamomblog.com/2011/01/last-sewing-of-2010.html
I have a new favorite fudge !
Omgosh!!!
This flavor combo is Incredible, addictive, creamy, melt in your mouth goodness!
Yes it has 2 sticks of butter but it's not greasy or gritty or any of that just yummy!
This will have a place on my Christmas dessert table for sure...Oh an it's so super simple!
8 ounces salted butter 2 sticks( cut into cubes)
1 cup creamy peanut butter
1 pound of powdered sugar
¼ teaspoon salt
1½ teaspoons maple extract
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Line an 8" x 8" pan with foil so that the foil overhangs enough to fold over once the pan is filled.
Place the butter and peanut butter in a large (microwave safe) bowl cover with plastic wrap and microwave 1 minute at a time until melted and mix till it comes together.
Add the extracts,salt and powdered sugar and stir with wooden spoon till well blended.
Press into prepared pan until smooth and even you can lay a piece of waxed paper on top to help smooth if needed.
Lay a piece of plastic wrap on fudge top and chill 2-4 hours.
Enjoy!!
No idea where I found this recipe but glad I did!
EXPLORE...:)
BJD´s are addictive dolls, I bought my first one in October 2008, my lati yellow lea.
And I have two more dolls to come;)
Littlefee Ante- Becca
Lati Yellow Lea basic- Maria
Pocket fairy yoko- Sofia
Lati Yellow Lumi basic- Carlota
Lati Yellow Miel Basic- Madalena
Lati Yellow Coco faceup by Fairy-Dany- Lili
Shooter Whooter gets a hug from my sister Ellen. He is one very happy greyhound! He doesn't miss the "winner's circle" at the track at all.
BACKGROUND: Shooter “Whooter” and Dolly Wolly are our rescued and adopted retired racing greyhounds. We've had funny, whacky Dolly for since May 2007. We were warned that greyhounds are addictive, and of course we ended up adopting another: Shooter Whooter, whom we adopted in early January 2008. We adopted both Dolly and Shooter via the great folks at the Racing Home Greyhound Adoption organization in Phoenix, Arizona.
Shooter is a gentle giant, a big tall male greyhound who, after we fattened and muscled him up with lots of love, food, attention, treats, walks and running is close to 95 lbs now. Shooter was about 5 and 1/2 years old when we adopted him, had raced 99 times at several tracks, and won 16 races. Unfortunately, after his successful racing career, Shooter ended up in an abusive home for several months where he was left outside and totally neglected. Happily, Jody Brown and the fine folks at Racing Home Greyhound Adoption rescued Shooter and brought back to health. Now we have him for life in his forever home. Shooter was quite shy and hesitant with us at first, but as the weeks passed he became more and more comfortable, confident and happy and it has been a joy to watch his personality blossom into the sweet, affectionate gentle giant he is now.
Dolly Wolly is the “Princess” of our family….and she is so much fun. She is all muscle but only 68 lbs. and much shorter and smaller than big guy Shooter. Dolly has a little bit of a cross-eyed or cock-eyed look that is so cute; and she is kind of a crazy little girl, rambunctious, nutty, whacky... and so sweet and dear. Dolly is a couple of years younger than Shooter and didn't have such an illustrious racing career as Shooter did (Dolly never won a race!). But Dolly sure loves to run and play with Shooter in the park. Shooter is much faster than Dolly, but Dolly is much more agile and quick. Watching them run and play together is a joy to behold!
We love them both so much, Dolly and Shooter are such wonderful dogs! I highly recommend adopting a retired racer for your own family next time you are looking for a wonderful new pet, for they make a great addition to the family!
Racing Home Greyhound Adoption
P.O. Box 43102
Phoenix, AZ 85080-3102
602-573-0940
Email: jodybrown54@yahoo.com
NATIONAL GREYHOUND ADOPTION PROGRAM
10901 Dutton Road - Philadelphia, PA 19154
Phone: (215) 331-7918 Fax: (215) 331-1947
MORE ABOUT THE GREYHOUND: The Greyhound is a breed of dog that has been primarily bred for companionship, coursing game and racing. A combination of long, powerful legs, deep chest and aerodynamic build allows it to reach speeds of up to 72 km/h (45 mph) in less than one and a half seconds, or within 3 strides. Greyhounds are one of the fastest animals on land, coming in second only to the cheetah.
Male greyhounds are usually 71 to 76 cm (28 to 30 inches) tall at the withers and weigh around 27 to 40 kg (70 to 100 pounds). Females tend to be smaller with shoulder heights ranging from 68 to 71 cm (27 to 28 inches) and weights from less than 27 to 34 kg (60 to 75 pounds).
You would think such large dogs would be difficult to care for, but this is not so. Although greyhounds are extremely fast and athletic, and despite their reputation as racing dogs, they are not high-energy dogs. They are sprinters, and although they love running, they do not require extensive exercise. Most are quiet, gentle animals. An adult greyhound will stay healthy and happy with a daily walk of as little as 20 to 30 minutes. Greyhounds are often referred to as "Forty-five mile per hour couch potatoes" or “Turbo-Spuds”.
Greyhounds have very short hair and no undercoats and therefore are less likely to trigger people's dog allergies. Not having an undercoat, coupled with their lack of body fat, also means they are more susceptible to extreme temperature (heat and cold). It is recommend that Greyhounds be housed inside. The most common misconception concerning greyhounds is that they are hyperactive. In retired racing greyhounds it is usually the opposite.
Greyhounds are intelligent and house broken easily. It is often believed that Greyhounds need a large living space, however, they can thrive in small spaces. Due to their temperament, Greyhounds make better "apartment dogs" then some of the smaller hyperactive breeds.
The vast majority of greyhounds in the U.S. are bred for racing (registered with the National Greyhound Association or NGA), leading American Kennel Club registered dogs about 150:1. Each NGA dog is issued a Bertillon card, which measures 56 distinct identifying traits with the Bertillon number tattooed on the dog's ear to prove identity during their racing career. Not all dogs bred for racing are able to do so, due to speed, temperament, or physical problems. Most NGA greyhounds finish racing between two and five years of age. Some retired racing greyhounds have injuries that may follow them for the remainder of their lives, although the vast majority are healthy and can live long lives after their racing careers are over.
Greyhounds are typically a healthy and long-lived breed, and hereditary illness is rare. Because the Greyhound's lean physique makes it ill-suited to sleeping on hard surfaces, owners of companion Greyhounds generally provide soft bedding; without bedding, Greyhounds are prone to develop painful skin sores. Greyhounds typically live 10–13 years.
Due to the unique physiology and anatomy of greyhounds, a veterinarian who understands the issues relevant to the breed is generally needed when the dogs need treatment, particularly when anesthesia is required. Greyhounds cannot metabolize barbiturate-based anesthesia as other breeds can because they have lower amounts of oxidative enzymes in their livers. Greyhounds demonstrate unusual blood chemistry, which can be misread by veterinarians not familiar with the breed; this can result in an incorrect diagnosis.
Sources: Wikipedia; Various
PLEASE CONSIDER ADOPTING A RETIRED RACER, YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT :-)
Be warned that these are very addictive...
2-3 tubes crescent rolls (open and split each crescent lengthwise to make mini crescents)
Beat until fluffy....
4 oz Cream cheese Softened
1 can pumpkin (not pie filling), 2 Tbsp. pumpkin pie spice, 3-4 Tbsp. sugar.
Place one large spoonful on each crescent and spread.
Roll crescent up and then roll each one in a mixture of 4 Tbsp. sugar and 1 Tsp. pumpkin pie spice.
Bake 350 degree F for 10-12 minutes (or until lightly browned)
My boyfriend asked me to take the same picture as I did a couple days ago but with his hand. Never thought he would want that! *o* It was a lot of fun to work on it together with him :D
Next door to Addictive Ink Tatoo (see previous posting) is a Notary Public. Between the two is a space allotted to selling boots. I did not arrive during business hours but will soon.
Olympus OM-2n and H.Zuiko 24mm lens. Fuji Superia Xtra 400 film DIY developed by rotary process using an FPP C41 kit @104F.
But stopping isn't difficult. Smoking - the addictive element in cigarette - can be not as nonaddictive as heroin or crack, in line with the National Society, and also before thriving, the typical person endeavors to quit six-times.Every time I quit smoking without conviction I've had many side
A no fuss holiday appetizer that’s addictive, festive, and perfect for entertaining! It’s quick, easy, and everyone loves this creamy goat cheese dip with spicy sweet, candied bacon and dates. There never seems to be enough of this easy dip…perfect for holiday entertaining!
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☞ LADYBIRD // smudgies liner
☞ LADYBIRD // adrian septum
[@ main store: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Applesauce/194/81/22 ]
☞ AZARAN // nox nose chain
[@ main store: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hell%20Fire/102/69/502 ]
✈️ where on the grid:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Backdrop%20City/133/178/23
⭑ please send me a message if you’re curious about anything not listed! ⭑
Heroin is a very addictive drug and therefore can be extremely hard to come off of many are hooked from first taking it. If you have a friend or loved one who is trying to quit, be proud of them; they've made a very important decision, and have taken the first step to recovery.
We had heard jokes about the Spicy Girls throughout our trip... Apparently, they sell Bettlenuts (aka: Areca nut) - a mildly addictive stimulant. The drivers stop in front of the shop and the Spicy Girls strut out in a very provocative manner and sell them the Bettlenuts.
Of course, my fellow speakers at the conference just had to experience this, so the bus driver pulled up in front of one of these shops and out came the Spicy Girls! Here's where I admit that after seeing those who tried it make rather disgusted faces, I decided not to try the Bettlenuts!
For a month solid whilst I was looking for a new car to replace the dearly departed one my life revolved entirely around Auto Trader. It’s more addictive than Facebook, chocolate fingers and piggling your toenails put together.
There must be monosodium glutamate the website, the more you look for cars the more you have to look for cars, have a quick look and twenty minutes later I am craving more, unable to think about anything other than widening my search parameters.
At the end of three weeks of obsessive searching I knew every single Volkswagen Golf for sale within 100 miles of Windsor. I recognised every depressing photographic backdrop, was familiar with each faded magic tree dangling, could spot every photographer’s reflection in the windows; I was actually considering entering Mastermind.
“And your name is?”
“Lucy Naughton”
“And your specialist subject?”
“Volkswagen Golf TDIs on a 2001, 2002 or (hopefully) 2003 plate for sale within 100 miles of Windsor, or 60 miles of Potters Bar.”
“Ok then, let’s begin: How many miles are allegedly on the clock of the hideous green golf for sale in Hayes?”
“136,000. But I was thinking if it had been really well serviced I might get a year’s use out of it, it’s not worth £2750, but if he would take £2000 it might be a possibility.”
“Please just answer the question.”
“Sorry”
“What didn’t you like about the black golf 18 miles from Windsor that has been on for the last 3 weeks with just 88,000 miles on the clock?”
“It has all the VW badges missing off the alloy wheels which makes me wonder what kind of mecca of criminal activity it resides within and how many times it has been up on bricks and had ‘tosser’ sprayed down the side of it, come to think of it they never did show the left hand side of the car. I also didn’t like the way they worded their advert, too suspiciously personal, I thought they were talking about a pet.”
“What was wrong with the dark grey golf in Greenford?”
“No alloys, gaping wiry hole where the stereo should be, dreadfully blurred photographs and dirty mats.”
“How many Golf TDIs are for sale within 31 miles of Potters Bar that are bright red and photographed outside industrial estates?”
“5, no 7 if you include metallic burgundy too which is an equally un-saleable colour and thus should be ruled out of all future searches.”
“What is wrong with the dark blue one on at just over your budget but with very low miles in Mitcham and says it has a full service history and that the cam belt has been recently done?”
“I don’t know, show me that one, that sounds good….. can I borrow your phone?”
The nicotine in tobacco products is seriously addictive, thus much so that several ex-smokers start smoking again within weeks or a couple weeks, in line with the National Institute. If you'd like to kick on the habit but get the cold turkey process difficult, try ending