Dr. Von Lizak

clutchhedonist:

Hey guys. I usually wouldn’t do this sort of thing, but I find myself backed up hard into a corner. My wonderful pit bull, Mussorgsky, who is brilliant with people and tender with kids, is having trouble with other dogs. He has become other-dog aggressive to the point that I can’t even take him for walks anymore. I have tried every method I can get my hands on to try to help him, but I am soon to move in with a boyfriend with other pets, in a dog-populated neighborhood. It’s time for professional intervention at this point.
I’ve found an amazing training program that comes with a lifetime guarantee (they send a trainer to you if your dog’s behavior ever gets out of hand again- to straighten out the dog AND you!). They have tons of experience with pits, and they are willing to take Muss into the program. The only catch is that it is expensive. $1500 expensive.
I am willing to spend myself broke to help Muss. During a period of my life that I was extremely, extremely depressed, he literally kept me alive. We were living by ourselves in a shitty little Philly apartment, and the thought that he would starve before anybody found me was legitimately all that kept me going some days. I would do anything for this little guy. I would NEVER give him to a shelter - for many pits, especially those who are dog-aggressive, that’s like handing them a death sentence. And finding him another owner would be both extremely unlikely and, if it did happen, break my heart. But I cannot pay rent and for this program at the same time.
I want to give Muss the happy life he deserves, and the happy life that he has helped me live to see. But I need help to do it. I know that this is the Internet and all, but I know there are some other pit families out there who might be having a better time financially than me. I want Muss to be a good breed ambassador, and I want to be a good pit Mom. If there is anything, even a dollar, that you could give, I have set up a PayPal under natsume12@aol.com. Even if you can’t, could you maybe toss a reblog my way? I know asking online is a long shot, but I’m willing to try most anything for Muss. Thanks for reading, guys.

I love this woman and her dog dearly. I would be extremely grateful for any help you could give them.

Hey guys. I usually wouldn’t do this sort of thing, but I find myself backed up hard into a corner. My wonderful pit bull, Mussorgsky, who is brilliant with people and tender with kids, is having trouble with other dogs. He has become other-dog aggressive to the point that I can’t even take him for walks anymore. I have tried every method I can get my hands on to try to help him, but I am soon to move in with a boyfriend with other pets, in a dog-populated neighborhood. It’s time for professional intervention at this point.

I’ve found an amazing training program that comes with a lifetime guarantee (they send a trainer to you if your dog’s behavior ever gets out of hand again- to straighten out the dog AND you!). They have tons of experience with pits, and they are willing to take Muss into the program. The only catch is that it is expensive. $1500 expensive.

I am willing to spend myself broke to help Muss. During a period of my life that I was extremely, extremely depressed, he literally kept me alive. We were living by ourselves in a shitty little Philly apartment, and the thought that he would starve before anybody found me was legitimately all that kept me going some days. I would do anything for this little guy. I would NEVER give him to a shelter - for many pits, especially those who are dog-aggressive, that’s like handing them a death sentence. And finding him another owner would be both extremely unlikely and, if it did happen, break my heart. But I cannot pay rent and for this program at the same time.

I want to give Muss the happy life he deserves, and the happy life that he has helped me live to see. But I need help to do it. I know that this is the Internet and all, but I know there are some other pit families out there who might be having a better time financially than me. I want Muss to be a good breed ambassador, and I want to be a good pit Mom. If there is anything, even a dollar, that you could give, I have set up a PayPal under natsume12@aol.com. Even if you can’t, could you maybe toss a reblog my way? I know asking online is a long shot, but I’m willing to try most anything for Muss. Thanks for reading, guys.

I love this woman and her dog dearly. I would be extremely grateful for any help you could give them.

bass-head:

DJ Jesus died for your spins

coeykuhn:

My entry for the Art of Deduction Fan book
The Granada Holmes- Jeremy Brett cuz I’m on benedict overload n well I’m trying to impress my girlfriend n draw Brett. This pic for the side story 7 percent solution : |

-COEY!
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Reblogged for Clutchhedonist… who threatened my life if I didn’t.

teratomarty:

tf2maelgwyn:

identitypolution:

crappy quick sketch for cape and cowl:

Medic meeting Bones from Star trek…

THAT HAND IN THE FOREGROUND

Oh wow. A TF2/Star Trek crossover would be cracktastically awesome. I think the Pyro would wet himself, for one thing. Engie would try to quiz Scotty about how everything works, but then Demo would barge in and challenge Scotty to a fight over some obscure point of drunken Scots honour. Heavy and Chekov could be all erudite’n’shit together in Russian. Medic could vivisect Spock to watch him bleed green, cos that’s just how I like it…

I gotta stop now, or I’ll end up writing this.

If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.

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—	Lemony Snicket, The Wide Window (via thedaniellepage)

I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog.

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—	Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called “The Road Less Traveled”, describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used. The poet found that the road less traveled was peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along, because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn’t hear him as he cried for help. Sure enough, that poet is dead.

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—	Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope (via immortels)

reichenfeels:

Sherlock Holmes, Consulting twelve year old, and his mother, John Watson.

clutchhedonist:

owlymedics:

Medic, you are in the most awkward of poses and I should never have let you live.

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