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Paratrooper dogs. Awesome. When was the last time you saw a cat with a job, let alone one that brings death from 10,000 feet? F***ing freeloaders.

http://www.neatorama.com/2010/03/16/paratrooper-dog/

This dog, a Belgian Shepherd, is a member of Austria’s special forces. He and other elite dogs join their human comrades during parachute drops:

Far from panicking at the experience of hurling themselves out of a plane at 10,000ft, the Austrians’ Belgian Shepherd dogs appear to be perfectly calm both before and during the jump.

One handler explained: “They don’t perceive height difference the same way humans do, so that doesn’t worry them. They’re more likely to be bothered by the roar of the engines, but once we’re on the way down, that doesn’t matter and they just enjoy the view.”

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I don't know about your dog, but mine eats his other dogs turds. That's something that a crate of tic-tacs won't fix.

Ever hear of guard dogs? They're trained to kill. Take a guard dog and put him on steroids, and that's what this paratrooper dog can do.

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Ever hear of guard dogs? They're trained to kill. Take a guard dog and put him on steroids, and that's what this paratrooper dog can do.

Sure. That's what he's trained to do, but he's still inclined to nibble on poop from time to time. That's his nature.

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Ever hear of guard dogs? They're trained to kill. Take a guard dog and put him on steroids, and that's what this paratrooper dog can do.

I own a "guard dog" and she's not trained to kill. She would, however, protect me from a true threat; that's instinct.

Anyone who would train aggression into a (guard) dog is a complete moron.

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Cats get a bad rap because unlike dogs they can fend for themselves. They are the ultimate land predators and don't need the protection of a pack.

A dog would jump out of a plane for a biscuit or some kibble. A cat would go find his own food before jumping out of a plane for some kibble.

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I own a "guard dog" and she's not trained to kill. She would, however, protect me from a true threat; that's instinct.

Anyone who would train aggression into a (guard) dog is a complete moron.

If they're being used in combat they need to be cold-blooded killers.

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Cats get a bad rap because unlike dogs they can fend for themselves. They are the ultimate land predators and don't need the protection of a pack.

A dog would jump out of a plane for a biscuit or some kibble. A cat would go find his own food before jumping out of a plane for some kibble.

Exactly.

And a cat isn't an idiot. You leave the dog for 10 minutes or 10 days and both times its like: OMFASGHAPGSAHP YOUR HOME OMFG OMFG RUB ME **** ME TAKE ME OUT AND AWLK ME I LOVE YOU!!!!

A cat, ha: Oh, you're home? Nice.

You have to work for their love. Its a challenge, and its fun.

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Cats get a bad rap because unlike dogs they can fend for themselves. They are the ultimate land predators and don't need the protection of a pack.

A dog would jump out of a plane for a biscuit or some kibble. A cat would go find his own food before jumping out of a plane for some kibble.

Cats are cool, too, don't get me wrong. I have two dogs and one cat. I get a boatload of affection from the dogs and then go get ignored by the cat for balance. :cheers:
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Exactly.

And a cat isn't an idiot. You leave the dog for 10 minutes or 10 days and both times its like: OMFASGHAPGSAHP YOUR HOME OMFG OMFG RUB ME **** ME TAKE ME OUT AND AWLK ME I LOVE YOU!!!!

A cat, ha: Oh, you're home? Nice.

You have to work for their love. Its a challenge, and its fun.

The cat V dog thing is all in fun. Both have their advantages and disadvantages. I own both (as you can see in my avatar).

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Exactly.

And a cat isn't an idiot. You leave the dog for 10 minutes or 10 days and both times its like: OMFASGHAPGSAHP YOUR HOME OMFG OMFG RUB ME **** ME TAKE ME OUT AND AWLK ME I LOVE YOU!!!!

A cat, ha: Oh, you're home? Nice.

You have to work for their love. Its a challenge, and its fun.

You're a cat guy. That makes so much sense.

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I own a "guard dog" and she's not trained to kill. She would, however, protect me from a true threat; that's instinct.

Anyone who would train aggression into a (guard) dog is a complete moron.

Agreed. I have a rescued Pitbull mix and I trained him to beg for food. Well I didn;t really train him, more like mentoring.

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Not for me. I don't mean to offend anyone, but my grandmother was the only cat person I've ever met who wasn't a total zero. And she spent her middle 60 years or so as a dog person anyway.

Funny, because I never met a dog person who didn't need more self acknowledgement than the normal human. Never met a dog person who didn't need more reassurance from an animal that they're loveable.

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Not for me. I don't mean to offend anyone, but my grandmother was the only cat person I've ever met who wasn't a total zero. And she spent her middle 60 years or so as a dog person anyway.

Funny, because I never met a dog person who didn't need more self acknowledgement than the normal human. Never met a dog person who didn't need more reassurance from an animal that they're loveable.

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Funny, because I never met a dog person who didn't need more self acknowledgement than the normal human. Never met a dog person who didn't need more reassurance from an animal that they're loveable.

Gotta disagree Joe. You never see the crazy dog lady on the news. It's always cats that people with severe need to find something to depend on them. That's why you see severely depressed people on the news with 500 completely malnourished cats, even dead ones. They need those cats to love them.

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Funny, because I never met a dog person who didn't need more self acknowledgement than the normal human. Never met a dog person who didn't need more reassurance from an animal that they're loveable.

Gotta disagree Joe. You never see the crazy dog lady on the news. It's always cats that people with severe need to find something to depend on them. That's why you see severely depressed people on the news with 500 completely malnourished cats, even dead ones. They need those cats to love them.

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When was the last time you saw a cat with a job, let alone one that brings death from 10,000 feet? F***ing freeloaders.

walking around town yesterday I saw a woman carrying a fat cat on a leash.

the Cat had this look like "walk? I ain't walkin B. You carry me. Ill put a string around your neck."

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When was the last time you saw a cat with a job, let alone one that brings death from 10,000 feet? F***ing freeloaders.

walking around town yesterday I saw a woman carrying a fat cat on a leash.

the Cat had this look like "walk? I ain't walkin B. You carry me. Ill put a string around your neck."

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Gotta disagree Joe. You never see the crazy dog lady on the news. It's always cats that people with severe need to find something to depend on them. That's why you see severely depressed people on the news with 500 completely malnourished cats, even dead ones. They need those cats to love them.

The reason they are severly depressed is they are crazy. The reason they have 500 cats is they are severly depressed and crazy.

The reason you don't see 500 dogs with the severly depressed old crazy lady is she let the dogs go outside to unload. The cats unload in their boxes. The dogs once out couldn't find their way back.

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Gotta disagree Joe. You never see the crazy dog lady on the news. It's always cats that people with severe need to find something to depend on them. That's why you see severely depressed people on the news with 500 completely malnourished cats, even dead ones. They need those cats to love them.

The reason they are severly depressed is they are crazy. The reason they have 500 cats is they are severly depressed and crazy.

The reason you don't see 500 dogs with the severly depressed old crazy lady is she let the dogs go outside to unload. The cats unload in their boxes. The dogs once out couldn't find their way back.

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The crazy cat lady thing is true. There are many more dog people in the US than cat people, but because cat people tend to own MANY cats, the number of dogs owned and number of cats owned is about equal.

I do know some "dog ladies" who live alone with dogs, but that was because they made the choice to not get married, they didn't do it because they're insane. Furthermore, they don't own dozens of cats, just a couple of dogs.

Think dog owners are the ones by and large with emotional dependency problems? Try again:

http://www.fabcats.org/behaviour/overdependent/humancatbond.html

Common traits:

Owners are women.

Owners live alone or with a partner or companion with whom they spend little time.

Owners have been or are on Prozac or similar psychotropic drug or have been treated for a psychological problem, or experienced a bereavement or divorce.

Owners are anthropomorphic about their cats (refer to their cats as if human). Many conducted the consultation by talking to the cat rather than make eye contact with me.

Owners didn't go on holiday or visit friends or family overnight because they didn't want to leave their cat.

Cats are kept exclusively indoors or allowed restricted access to outdoors under supervision for reasons of 'safety' owners worry that their cat would be exposed to unacceptable dangers if he or she were to go outside.

Many referred to themselves as being perfectionists, eager to please and desperate to do the right thing.

Lives often revolved around the daily requirements of their cat. If working, owners made incredible provisions for the wellbeing of their pet during their absence and they couldn't wait to return home.

Cat ladies have issues.

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Funny, because I never met a dog person who didn't need more self acknowledgement than the normal human. Never met a dog person who didn't need more reassurance from an animal that they're loveable.

That's just "I'm rubber you're glue" talk, Joe. Come on. lol

Some people like dogs because they are good exercise companions.. you can take a dog out and hike or jog with them.

In your defense, tho.. I have seen some pretty whacky dog people. Serious animal fanciers, be they dog or cat, are usually lacking social skills and that's why they relate to animals more than people (ie Cuckoo!!)

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My dad is a crazy dog person. He retired to upstate NY bought a farm and does dog rescue. He and a friend of his have privately funded the humane society up their at times. he also volunteers his time to obedience train the dogs at the pound to help them get adopted. he and my mom have 7 of their own dogs and up to another 30 on the property at all times. Guys a loon. LOL

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That's just "I'm rubber you're glue" talk, Joe. Come on. lol

Some people like dogs because they are good exercise companions.. you can take a dog out and hike or jog with them.

In your defense, tho.. I have seen some pretty whacky dog people. Serious animal fanciers, be they dog or cat, are usually lacking social skills and that's why they relate to animals more than people (ie Cuckoo!!)

You just described my father. Likes dogs way more than people. Funny enough he was actually in management his entire life and is very very good with people. He just doesn't like them.

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You just described my father. Likes dogs way more than people. Funny enough he was actually in management his entire life and is very very good with people. He just doesn't like them.

I'm serious. I know tons of dog fanciers who are absolute loons. They have zero social skills and/or hate people (specifically kids). Their dogs make them feel important and never place judgment upon them.

HOWEVER, for the average person who has an affinity towards cat v dog (vice versa), it's usually about lifestyle. Cats are much better for people who travel a lot and/or prefer an easier independent animal. Dogs are much higher maintenance but they are also much more interactive.

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I'm serious. I know tons of dog fanciers who are absolute loons. They have zero social skills and/or hate people (specifically kids). Their dogs make them feel important and never place judgment upon them.

HOWEVER, for the average person who has an affinity towards cat v dog (vice versa), it's usually about lifestyle. Cats are much better for people who travel a lot and/or prefer an easier independent animal. Dogs are much higher maintenance but they are also much more interactive.

I don;t care for cats because whenever they look at me I get nervous and can only assume their plotting to kill me.

When my dog looks at me I know exactly what he's thinking. "Hey fatty why not use those opposing thumbs of yours and hook us up some vittles or Ill piss in your sneakers."

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EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY

Day number 180

8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!

9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!

10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!

11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!

4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 181

8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!

9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!

10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!

11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!

4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!

5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!

Day number 182

8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!

9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!

9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!

DIARY OF A CAT....

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from shredding the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed (again).

DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan...

DAY 768- I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo". What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies". Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.

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