it's how I crate trained my dog. I adopted him when he was two and he was terrified of the crate. I would put him in the same room as the crate, put high value food in it, shredded cheese, deli meats, and then leave the room. slowly I would feed him more and more normal things as I got closer and closer while he was in the crate. pretty quickly I was feeding him all of his meals in there, but he would always watch till I left the room before going in.
anytime he earned a treat, for sitting, or laying down or whatever, he had to go into the crate to get the treat. at the beginning I would have to toss it into the back of the crate and then leave the room for him to go get it, eventually
he was running into the crate waiting for the treat.
within about 2 months he was sleeping in the crate with the door open
yeah from what people are telling me, we have the capability of processing lower quality crude oil so it makes more sense to export our high quality stuff, then buy the cheap stuff since we can already refine it.
dude. we are not talking about the gasoline. we are talking about the oil being used to make the gasoline. what percentage of the crude oil being refined into American gasoline is American produced crude oil?
correct me if I'm wrong, but the United States doesn't even have oil refineries that are capable of making gasoline out of American oil? like we need the type of oil that the middle East has, so we're constantly trading oil back and forth even though we have plenty of it
I think I've heard this is true. something about politicians wanting to look environmentalist and therefore preventing the building of any more refineries
make sure to remind him that Republican leadership has done nothing to stop him, and has facilitated his shitty policy changes every step of the way. just in case he thinks Trump is the only problem and plans on going back once he's gone
lol my friend was sober, she took the phone away and told me to go ahead and come over. the one who wanted to watch had passed out on the couch by then, so we went to the bedroom.
that's really funny. I had an FWB (let's say Katie) that I was still friends with but not sleeping with because she had started dating somebody. she'd recently broken up with him, and her closest girl friend got absolutely sloshed and called me from Katie's phone asking if she could watch us fuck.
dude. I was at a Christian rehab center several years ago. this one kid came as a resident, his parents having been missionaries in Western Africa.
he kept having "seizures", except he was completely conscious during them, he would just have fits where he would collapse to the ground and have uncontrollable muscle spasms. I'm pretty sure it was a form of panic attack, but some Christian hypnotherapist had hypnotized him, and "uncovered" a "suppressed memory" of some random African dragging him into the woods and putting a curse on him at knifepoint. when he was having a fit, one staff member would hold his head in a pillow to keep him from hurting himself, and somebody else would read the bible over him.
somehow, this curse was strong enough to overpower the word of god, but not a handful of xanax.
you guys invent a new word for "anti-genocide protester" every time you have to talk about somebody who signs your paycheck.