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This dog had great temperament very friendly, was not all slobbering over you as it waited for a praise.
She looks pretty serious here but she was really the biggest, sweetest goof in the dog world. She passed away a few years ago but had a great, happy long life. I was privileged to share it with her.
Texas Spiderwort - Tradescantia humilis, an edible native perennial whose blooms last but one morning (shade prolongs the bloom time). Also known as "Cow Slobber" for the gooey sap they exude when cut.
Spiderworts in general were used in ancient times and by Native Americans to relieve symptoms of insect (specifically spider) bites. More recently, laboratory tests indicate that if the normally blue stamen hairs turn pink, it is an indication of radiation or chemical pollution exposure.
Huntington Beach, California in winter. . .this friendly fellow is about to slobber all over the camera. . .
difficulty level: 2
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Real-world drama, served in the comfort of home by that whore called Mass Media, only stirs up the void where Western opinion has long been submerged. Someone drools at a current event, and mistakes his drivel for meaningful thought. Still, let’s not be too quick to spit our scorn its way. Empty drivel indeed, but it shows nonetheless how reading the papers or watching the news can provoke at least the appearance of thinking. Like Pavlov’s dog, whose slobber revealed the mechanics of instinct.
Happy Caturday...
Whenever you smooch her head, she drools all over... but obviously, just sitting in the sun made her slobber... lol..
Texas Spiderwort - Tradescantia humilis, an edible native perennial whose blooms last but one morning (shade prolongs the bloom time). Also known as "Cow Slobber" for the gooey sap they exude when cut.
Spiderworts in general were used in ancient times and by Native Americans to relieve symptoms of insect (specifically spider) bites. More recently, laboratory tests indicate that if the normally blue stamen hairs turn pink, it is an indication of radiation or chemical pollution exposure.
Come over here!
Some girls, they like candy, and others, they like to grind
I'll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind.
Treat me like I'm a bad girl, even when I'm being good to you
I don't want you to thank me,
you can just spank me.
Some guys like to sweet talk, and others, they like to tease
Tie my hands behind my back and, oh, I'm in ecstasy.
Don't slobber me with kisses
I can get that from my sisters
Before I get too cranky, you better
Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don't take out your handkerchiefs
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky.
Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don't take out your handkerchiefs
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy
Please don't call a doctor, 'cause there's nothing wrong with me
I just like things a little rough and you better not disagree
'Cause I don't like a big softie, I like someone mean and bossy
Let me speak to you frankly, you better
Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don't take out your handkerchiefs
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky
Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don't take out your handkerchiefs,
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy
Oh, yeah
What about Dick Tracy? Yeah. That's an interesting name ... dick!
My bottom hurts just thinking about it.
Treat me like I'm a bad girl
Even when I'm being good to you
I don't want you to thank me, you better
Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don't take out your handkerchiefs
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky
Like hanky panky
Nothing like a good spanky
Don't take out your handkerchiefs
I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy
Oh, yeah
Get the picture?
That's the way I came into this world
The doctor said, "Lady, she's a beautiful girl."
He gave me a spanky and the doctor smiled
So give it up, honey, 'cause I want it.
Yeah
happy birthday ollie all your doggy friend,s sends you all their woof,s and doggy cuddles for your birthday and wish you a marvellous doggy day marvellous furry day full of doggy wishes,.hugs and lot,s of slobber from lilystar and all your other doggie friends on flickerxxxxxx
This beauty was a little harder to settle, staying on all fours during my storytelling and occasionally slobbering on me
I think landowners set up photographic opportunities (see above) to attract photographers like us. If you get too close (and here you see Chris Taylor pushing in pretty darn close for comfort) bots will grab you and turn you into a slave. I've seen good photogs turned into slobbering idiots working the soil for grubs with blunt rakes. So be cautious when you see the "perfect" shot that looks a little too perfect. Keep your distance.
Canon Rebel XT (converted to Infra-red by LifePixel 830nm Filter) | Tamron SP 45mm F/1.8 Di VC USD Lens
Stari trg/Old Square, Slovenske Konjice, Slovenia. The narrow stream is called Ribnica (Fish Stream), but has been nicknamed Gospodična (Miss) or Zmajeva slina (Dragon's Slobber).
He brings his toys up to the door ....and as you see he licks and slobbers on the door too!! I thought this was so cute....as he really did put his deer just like this...aww...
Am I a proud mommy or what!!! LOL>
And no doubt the first time you have seen the word slobber today! lol
You know instinctively that some moments are going to stay with you. When it’s the very first morning in a new country it’s probably going to help to keep the time you spent in the sunrise hour in your mind, standing on top of a big lump on the landscape, watching sheets of rain chasing north along the water and over the islands in a softly lit wash of the new day. I’d been dragged here at a far earlier hour than I’m used to, leaving the house at five to drive to the foot of the lofty Havstensklippan. A twenty-five minute uphill stomp with head torches on, dodging treacherous tree roots and wondering why I was wearing jeans instead of walking trousers as we shuffled over a hefty rock on our derrieres. The freshly laundered jeans were supposed to remain untainted so that on the long journey home by air and rail, I might have half a chance of looking and smelling reasonably acceptable. Not much chance of that now, with a spattering of mud on the backside of them.
Onwards, upwards and up to the top where the trees gave way to a glorious easterly panorama. There was no denying that this was a well chosen spot for a sunrise shoot. Across the water, perhaps three of four miles away, the handsome Uddevalla Bridge that we’d crossed to get here stood before a faint orange glow, a hint of what might come as long as clouds didn’t conspire on the horizon. Forty-five minutes before sunrise and time for a slug of life affirming coffee. Thanks to Steve’s son AJ, there was some coffee in the house. It seems he’s the only member of the family who drinks it. I made a note to get some later for the adventures in Norway, and began to plan a composition. Heather in bloom right in front of me and a southerly view straight along the sound. Somewhere down there was Steve’s home. The short drive here had taken us along an anticlockwise semicircle and the map shows me that we were no more than five or six miles from base - by boat that is. My host had found his own patch of heather and began setting up his tripod. “Am I in your shot?” he asked. “No you’re fine, but would you mind just moving your bag to the right a bit please?” Such is the way when you’re not alone. I rattled off a couple of test shots, and then noticed a bigger patch of heather to my right. With a group of three pines in the frame, it had potential. I changed position and continued to wait.
And then things started happening. The sun came up and sent its beams across the water. A squall blew northwards and a rainbow illuminated the heather to the west. I abandoned my compositions and chased all over the headland, catching the golden light as the sun rose beside the bridge, and then barging in on Steve’s one man party to capture the rainbow. Then jumping back to my original position to photograph the rainstorm coming straight towards us, painting everything with gold as it whipped across the water below us. We hid beneath a huge golf umbrella as the shower passed over our heads. The rocks before us were quickly filled with small puddles of reflected light. Worth getting soaked for everytime. At least the jeans had a wash of sorts.
On the way down we approached that big rock from the right hand side this time, clambering around its flank. And what was this? Blueberries? Like in the supermarkets at home, but just growing here? Well, bilberries actually, although I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in a taste test. Breakfast was served and I helped myself to the landscape one last time this morning. From here we returned home via the supermarket. Steve had been given an order for croissants and various accompaniments. We were back home by half past eight, where breakfast of a different kind was placed on the table in front of me. And more coffee. Sherlock the spaniel rested his head on my thigh, only to leave a big trail of slobber on the sorry jeans as a welcome present when it was time to go walkies. It was heartwarming to be accepted by the family menagerie like this, but in just over a week from now, the journey back to Cornwall was going to be a delight for whomever had the misfortune to be sitting next to me.
Jasper and Lemur have become fast friends. Kind of the go-to toy after Christmas. And not a scratch on Lemur so far. Squeakers intact, stitching holding. Maybe a little crusty, but , hey, it's not a good dog toy if it doesn't get a little slobber crust on it
De soort dankt zijn naam aan zijn spatelvormige snavel, waarmee hij voedsel weg ‘slobberen’. De mannetjes hebben in de baltsperiode een groene kop, een helder witte borst en een rood/bruine buik. De vrouwtjes hebben wel dezelfde kenmerkende snavel, maar een heel ander verenkleed.
I look at a lot of art and a lot of images when I'm at my desk. Something like this came across my screen at some point, but as usual I failed to hold onto it. But like anything that impresses me, I kept it in my mind. Anyway, something different from my usual bland offerings.
chewed up by my dog! she loves ping pong balls! hence dog hair and slobber
(the face was there originally for the cats!)
we don't really do Halloween here in Oz
A well-slobbered tennis ball beside the dog walking path at Cornelian Bay. Even as I was taking this shot, several dogs came past with their humans to go up the walking path.
The deers of Mission Island love cracked corn, as you can tell by the amount of corn on his nose.
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This was a fairly young one but really friendly. Born during one of the lockdowns so not really used to visitors but followed us up and down the fence and also pecked at the camera lens hoods where he left his slobber marks lol
My happy girl. ❤️
On the days I have to work, Molly patiently waits for me on that rug by the door. She hears my car pull up and begins barking and slobbering her wet nose on the window as she sees me walking up the sidewalk. She bounces and does her butt wiggles from excitement once I am inside the door. Then this is her face when I am putting on my running shoes to take her for her walk, which is quite possibly the best part of her day, mine too!
Lately Floydd has been hanging out in the kitchen sink.
He likes it when I make the faucet drip.
I laughed when I caught him in there the other day looking confused over the two tennis balls in the drain.
(waiting to have dog slobber rinsed off of them).
This Coastal Brown Bear, from Alaska, was searching for clams as the tide was out. She had her head down (as most bears do) but lifted just as the right time in my direction. She sure was a beauty (I was going to edit out her string of slobber but kind it adds to her clam digging appetite).
It's tough to photograph a rambunctious bull-puppy and keep him from slobbering on your lens. Photo from May 2017: Bulldog Lou's first birthday, with his doggy mama in the background and his doggie daddy sitting at the table. ©2017 John M. Hudson | jmhudson1.com
I know pet photos aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, or coffee even for our American friends, but this is actually a wildlife shot! So channeling my David Attenborough voice …. This is a wild animal known as a Jazzy , seen here in her natural habitat. Which just happens to be our yard. They can be very dangerous to humans if you don’t take the right precautions around them. She has nearly drowned me many times. This Jazzy will cover you in enough slobber to drown you when giving you licks to say hello, or good night, or just for the heck of it. When exercising and doing any ground exercises, like push-ups, she will pounce because your face is at her level - extremely dangerous! They are dangerous to human’s sense of hearing. If they haven’t been able to capture prey to eat then you must provide food else their whimpers and cries, highly evolved to wreak havoc on a human’s emotions, can damage your hearing. They are territorial and let any visiting threats such as other Jazzy-like creatures , friends , or anyone or anything that moves know it is their territory by barking at them, after which they will again attempt to drown them with slobbery kisses. They will attempt to kill you by smothering! I’ve woken many times to find a cuddly Jazzy asleep beside/on top/next to me attempting to block any oxygen reaching my lungs. If you go out for longer than two mins they will perform a dance on your return intended to terrify by jumping up excitedly, running around you, repeated attempts at drowning you, again, all aimed at rendering you defenceless. They will attach you to a lead and make you walk at parks, beaches, forests - all places you can can potentially be eaten by lions, sharks, bears or crocodiles! . So don’t let their smiles, wagging tails, total loyalty and devotion fool you. The Jazzy is dangerous wildlife and before you know it, they have you under their control and your home is now theirs.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. My girl 😊
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This is the same mushroom as the previous upload, but I had to reinstate it after a slobbering, mouth-breathing gut on legs (someone's daft dog) had knocked it over. The mushroom survived, as some of its roots were still connected to the ground and managed to open up and release its spores.
Jack found that hiding on the sectional rug provides great camouflage, allowing him to sneak up and slobber on unsuspecting prey.
Jack is a large long hair dog that looks rather short from this vantage point - the theme is "long and short," though this shot is a bit of a stretch (see what I did there?)
I did something I haven't done before since moving to Alaska. I went to Willow for the actual start of the Iditarod. I am fascinated by the dogs who absolutely live to do this. Here are the two lead dogs for KattiJo Deeter, Bib Number 10, as she goes by me. KattiJo ran the race last year but is only considered a rookie as she did not finish that race officially. It's maybe a half-mile from the start line and she only has about 900+ more miles to go to get to Nome and already the dogs have their long tongs hanging out. In fact, the black dog on the left has slobber streaming right over it's head. I love the neon booties the mushers use to protect the dogs feet from injury and cold. The dogs are generally very well cared for.
Taken 5 March 2023 at Willow, Alaska.
Roma kept a sharp eye out for Santa and greetet him with a great big tail wag and a slobbering kiss, which is maybe why he was so good to our family on Christmas Day. We for sure have been blessed.
not really sure how the mouthparts work on this thing, but looks like it could slobber anything clean
Very nice of him, but now I've got dino slobber on my earphones - ewww!
for Macro Mondays 'Sound' theme (31-Aug-2020).
Taken using extension tubes (as usual).
Happy MM everyone :-)
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Our trip to the beach wouldn't be complete without stopping to see the Golden Retrievers at a small coastal town. I love how their people put this porthole in the fence so they can look out. I just wish I could have wiped their slobber off the glass to make them easier to see. ha.
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I took this photo in May and wow , SO MUCH has changed between then and now.
I feel I have so much catching up to do.
I had moved Jeanie to the 'pet paddock' to feed her up and to wean her calf as she was losing condition and she needed to start taking care of herself instead of giving her all to her calf.
I noticed a few things about Jeanie when she was away from the big herd.
In the big herd she is pushed around and she doesn't stand a chance of getting any food while with them.
Now although she was still the weaker one in among the pet cows, she actually held her ground and would try and weasel her head into the dominate cows feed dish.
She never succeed but this made me laugh and made me see another side of her I hadn't before.
I also noticed she was starving for attention. Obviously missing her own calf, she sought out the attention of the two calves in the paddock, desperately wanting them to groom her. You can see her in the photo asking to be loved.
*The blur in the right bottom corner was from cow slobber. One of the calves decided to lick my lens lol
On 6/13/16, I was chasing severe weather in Northeast Colorado. While sitting in the middle of the road taking photos, I noticed this dog making his way to me from the north, almost as if he was coming out of the storm. The dog walked straight towards me and I snapped a few photos of him as he got closer. This dog really liked my friend Alex, and proceeded to slobber all over him before continuing on his journey back home.