Doctor Emmit L Brown

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[Doctor Emmit L Brown @DoctorEmmit]

@al_rebel @RetroCoast No.

[Doctor Emmit L Brown @DoctorEmmit]

@mycrankyboosez @inqdragon2 You think so, huh?

[Doctor Emmit L Brown @DoctorEmmit]

@RetroCoast Yepper.

[Areeba @Areeba1212_]

I’m worried about my boy. I have tears just thinking about losing him.

Yesterday was the first time he’s ever skipped a meal. He threw up a few days ago, and this morning, I found the remnants of another vomit pile.

We just celebrated four years together, and I’ve lost most of my rescues at the four-year mark. I told him that can’t happen with him.

With my Daisy, I noticed she skipped one meal and threw up twice. I took her to my vet for lab work and an ultrasound, and they found a splenic tumor. We did surgery, only to discover it had spread to her liver. She died in my arms, thrashing around on my living room floor just two weeks later. It was one of the most traumatic experiences I’ve ever had losing a dog.

Her name keeps coming up in recent days, and the number 411 keeps showing up several times a day. That’s the day I rescued Daisy.

She better not be coming to collect Blue. I cannot lose my boy. He is the last I have of Echo, the last I have of Wash. I need him. 🥺

I asked my vet if he can squeeze in an ultrasound on Tuesday. I even asked Blue if he’s going to be getting chemo like his brother, because I’ll do anything to keep him here.

I don’t post him often, and not everyone knows Farm Dog, but he is my heart and he is my whole world.

Please be okay, Blue dog. Your mama needs you and you are still my number one. ❤️

[Power to the People ☭🕊 @ProudSocialist]

Breaking: Lula has come from behind to win Brazil’s runoff election defeating Trump-Netanyahu ally Bolsonaro. Moments after the victory Sao Paulo erupted in celebration.

[Snowy @Snow43t]

@MsWinterrrr Animals in the rainforest can sleep better tonight! Bolsanro would have killed them. Scum lost..

[Doctor Emmit L Brown @DoctorEmmit]

@NotHoodlum https://t.co/AHMHm4AvCO

[BlueSky Ambassador @BlueSkyAmb]

@NotHoodlum 🇧🇷🚨 CONGRATULATIONS, PRESIDENT LULA!

With 99.89% counted, Lula wins with 51.77% (64.16M votes), defeating Flávio Bolsonaro at 48.23% (59.78M)—a margin of 4.38 MILLION votes!

A historic fourth, non-consecutive term! 🇧🇷👏

#Lula #BrazilElection

[Hoodlum 🇺🇸 @NotHoodlum]

Congratulations Brazil, you didn’t Trump yourselves.
https://t.co/SYL6H76OeQ

[Doctor Emmit L Brown @DoctorEmmit]

@RetroCoast What is your problem?

[𝘾𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖 @Cerra__]

We were at a local outdoor Fall Festival today and we always bring one dog. We chose Ruby. She’s very calm and not high strung and does well with adults and small children.

While waiting in a line for food, a woman walked beside us and hit Ruby in the face with her knee. Ruby did a low growl at her and showed her teeth. This woman doesn’t apologize for hitting our dog, instead she yelled “control your fvcking dog”. Well…you all know me…that didn’t sit well. I said “you hit her. Maybe control yourself.” My husband said to her quietly “Walk away from my wife now!”

I was so irritated. There were hundreds of people at this festival. Ruby had no issues. None. As we got our food and were leaving this woman appeared right in front of us and said “If your fvcking dog comes near me, I’m kicking it.” I said “If you kick my fvcking dog, you will not be standing.”

There were dozens of people around, and one woman said “If you kick that dog, I’m kicking you”. It was such a bizarre experience.

I did learn that I will throw down with anyone, if you try and hurt my dog, or any animal.

[LancasterAnimalShelt @AnimaLancaster]

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Female, white Poodle - Standard
Age is unknown.
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[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Your vet still treats disease with food, and your doctor stopped, and the animals are doing better for it.

When the vet sees a fat pony with sore feet, she takes it off the grass and the grain, and the feet recover.

When the vet sees a diabetic cat, she takes it off the biscuits, puts it on meat, and a good share of them go into remission inside months.

When the vet sees a bullock with acid in its rumen, she cuts the barley, and the rumen settles.

When the vet sees a racehorse with ulcers, she gives it more hay and fewer concentrates, and the ulcers close.

When the vet sees a cow blown up like a drum on spring clover, she moves the herd off the clover.

When the vet sees a Labrador that waddles, she halves the kibble and bins the treats, and she does not write a prescription.

When the vet sees a horse with colic, her first question is what changed in the feed.

Every one of those is a metabolic disease, and every one of them is treated by changing what goes in the mouth, because the vet is paid to fix the animal and has nothing else to sell it.

When the doctor sees a fat diabetic, he writes a prescription, books a review in six months, and hands over a diet sheet with porridge and brown bread on it.

The cat gets its carbohydrate taken away. The patient gets his carbohydrate recommended.

The cat is in remission. The patient is on his second tablet.

Your dog's diabetes gets a diet. Yours gets a subscription.

[Help2Rehome Scotland @H2RScotland]

This handsome lad is still waiting for a new home.

Teddy is a 5 year old male Mastiff mix - he is available and looking for a new home.
He eats Ava sensitive skin and stomach mix from Pets at Home.
Teddy is good in the car but only use to short journeys.
He sleeps in the kitchen at night but would sometimes also sleep in his owners bed.
He is registered with the vets and can be left on his own if you need to go out.
Teddy is a big boy, he may knock small kids over, so he would suit a home with older dog savvy kids 10+.
He loves people and is good once he gets a clap, but he is wary of men wearing hats.
Teddy walks well on the lead and he use to go walking with a dog walker and was fine.
Teddy loves a ball rope, he likes to chew on the rope until it's untied.
He likes treats.
There isn't much that Teddy doesn't like, however he doesn't like the sound of metal/shutter noise as he got a fright when he was a puppy.
Teddy loves lying in bed under the covers. He would be best in a home with no other pets or cats.
He isn't really fussed by other dogs when he is out walking.
Teddy knows basic commands.
For more information or to offer Teddy a new home please email [email protected]
Sorry we are unable to accept messages to the page regarding pets for rehoming, please email the address above.

[HAMSKY ♥️ @HamskyHbb]

the box was perfect. full pepperoni, i took another photo, and doug said "huh, looks good."

he set it on the coffee table and said he was going to grab plates. i stood there awkwardly in the doorway.

then a golden retriever walked out of the kitchen, calmly put his front paws on the table, and ate every single piece of pepperoni off the pizza in about four seconds. he left the cheese completely untouched like he'd done it a hundred times.

doug walked back in with the plates, looked at the pizza, and said "see? NO PEPPERONI."

i said "sir, that is your dog."

doug looked at the dog. the dog looked at doug. there was grease on his nose.
"...biscuit?"

i drove back and told gary, who stared at the wall for a full minute and said "so we've been paying to feed a dog."

the next friday doug called again, and gary answered. i heard him say "sir, you're going to have to put the pizza somewhere biscuit can't reach."

doug now orders two pizzas, one for him and one extra pepperoni "for the dog," and he pays for both.

[vivaneil @vivaneil1234]

If you've not seen the film it tells you everything you need to know about a Dogs loyalty🙏🥹🐾💔

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

From 1935 to 1942 the United States government paid farmers eight dollars an acre to plant a Japanese vine across the South, raised eighty-five million seedlings in its own nurseries to give away, and the vine now covers seven million acres and is eating the state of Georgia at a foot a day.

Kudzu had arrived as a curiosity at the Philadelphia exhibition of 1876, with sweet-smelling purple flowers, and had spent fifty years as a porch ornament. Then the Dust Bowl blew and the Soil Conservation Service needed something that would hold a hillside together faster than anything native. Kudzu grows sixty feet in a season. So the service bred it, shipped it, paid for it to be planted along every cut and gully from Mississippi to the Carolinas, and sent out a radio evangelist from Atlanta called Channing Cope who founded the Kudzu Club of America and called it the miracle vine on air every morning. Farmers were told it would feed the cows and heal the land.

It did the second thing and did not stop. With no winter cold to kill it and none of the insects or diseases that keep it in check in Japan, it climbed the pines and the telegraph poles and the barns and the abandoned Fords, pulling down trees by the weight of its leaves and blacking out everything beneath. In 1953 the same department quietly struck it from its list of recommended cover plants. In 1997 it went on the federal noxious weed list. It is still spreading, by the government's own estimate, faster than it can be cleared.

The one thing that does control it is the thing the farmers were promised it would feed. Goats and cattle eat kudzu to the ground and keep eating it until the root gives up, and the only kudzu ever truly beaten in the South was beaten by a herd.

A department of soil conservation planted the vine that ate the South, and paid cash to do it. The animal it was meant to feed is the only thing that has ever got it off a hillside.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

In November 1941 the richest man in America drove his twenty-three-year-old daughter to a hospital in Washington without telling her mother, had two surgeons drill holes in her skull and cut into the front of her brain while she sang God Bless America to them, and when the singing stopped she had a mental age of two and the family did not speak her name for twenty years.

Rosemary Kennedy was the third child and the first girl, and she was slow. A nurse at the birth had held Rose Kennedy's legs together for two hours while they waited for the doctor, and the baby had been starved of air. She learned to read and write, but late, and in a family where the boys were being bred for the presidency and the girls for the right marriage, she was the one who could not keep up, the one who had to be coached and watched and given the simpler part in the photograph. She was also, by every account, the prettiest of them, and when the family went to London in 1938 she was presented at court in a white dress and curtsied to the King without a mistake.

Then she was twenty-one, and the trouble started. Moods. Rages. Slipping out of the convent school at night and coming back in the morning and not saying where. The nuns said she might be meeting men. For Joseph Kennedy, who was managing his sons towards the White House and could not have a daughter who might get pregnant or get talked about, that was the end of it. He had read about a new operation. Walter Freeman had promised the newspapers it calmed the agitated, and Joe Kennedy had never in his life been told that a thing he could pay for would not work.

Rosemary was given a mild sedative and kept awake. Freeman and his surgeon, James Watts, opened the skull on both sides and Watts pushed a blade into the frontal lobes and swept, while Freeman asked her to recite the Lord's Prayer and sing, and count backwards, so they would know how far to go. They went until she was incoherent. Then they stopped.

She came out of it unable to walk or speak. Years of therapy got her a few words and a limp. Joe moved her to a private hospital in New York and then to a convent school in Wisconsin, told the family she was teaching the retarded in the Midwest, and never went to see her. Rose, her mother, was not told what had been done until long after, and did not visit for twenty years. The brothers and sisters, including the one who became President, were told she was away. When Joe had his stroke in 1961 and could no longer manage the story, Eunice went to Wisconsin and found a woman of forty-three who did not know her, and came home and started the Special Olympics.

Rosemary lived to eighty-six, in the convent, and died in 2005 with her surviving sisters at the bed. The brother who became President had signed the first federal mental health law in 1963, and the family has said she was the reason.

Freeman kept operating for another twenty-six years. His notes on Rosemary have never been released.

That is what the expert's confidence looks like when it meets a powerful man with an inconvenient child. The science was published. The father was certain. The daughter sang to the surgeon until she could not.

Every institution that has ever decided it knows what is wrong with you and how to tidy it has the same two ingredients in the room, and the person on the table is still the only one who pays.

[TWS @tws_pk2]

Trooper had not been himself since his bestie Shimar went over the rainbow bridge. Pleased to say he's slowly recovering and has made friends with Tina and Kelsey. Trooper is one of my favourites and to see him so sad just broke my heart 💔. I love you endless amounts, Trooper. Keep smiling sweet boy 💖✨

[clevelanddotcom @clevelanddotcom]

The Plain Dealer editorial board endorses Democrat Amy Acton for Ohio governor, citing her preparedness and community engagement, while condemning opponent Vivek Ramaswamy's weaponizing of Acton's childhood sexual abuse for political points.