I am not sure - but it certainly does look like there is some Australian shepherd there based on the coat.

Love that picture!

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I believe only male adults are venomous.

Probably not all the time, but on their island they have no natural predators, so they do live pretty carefree lives.

It’s real! Quokkas are like the happiest animals on Earth:

Doctor Bones, Bones,

Calling Doctor Bones

Doctor Bones, Doctor Bones,

Wake up now.

Mine just says “this is a safe space for emotional breakdowns”

Printer ink.

I’m just kidding… listen to all the other smart people in this thread and not me.

A whole bunch of professional groups are on there. It’s one way I get client referrals and network.

An elderly couple sat next to us, and the man sent his elk chop back twice because it was “too seasoned.” The second time they put no seasoning on it for him, but he still claimed that it had “the seasoning from the pan.” He then proceeded to order salmon instead (with no seasoning) and complain loudly the whole time. No tip for the waitress.

For context, this was a nice restaurant at Crater Lake in Oregon. My husband also ordered the elk chop, and said it was the best meal he’s ever had. We tipped the waitress double and had a great laugh with her about the whole situation after the elderly couple left.

I live in the US and I haven’t noticed any xenophobia. I have heard a couple of people refer to “Russians” like we are a monolith but they were still understanding of someone like me who is very anti-war.

You can still leave but you might have to jump through hoops. My mom had to go to Kazakhstan to get an American visa to come visit me because all embassies are closed in Russia.

Heights. There was some movie or show where people were hanging from a skyscraper window after an earthquake, and I regularly have vivid nightmares about it. It’s not to the point of a phobia but a really strong fear. I went up the Seattle space needle with my husband, and he was clowning against the glass while I was only able to stay in the middle. Had nightmares about him falling or me falling off it ever since.

I’m going to tell a story on behalf of my husband.

He was 13 and in Boy Scouts. Their troop was told that some older scouts went missing and the troop had to look for them. They formed patrols and were searching for over 3 hours when the leaders said that the older scouts were located; one of them was disemboweled and needed a medical helicopter to come from Denver. That was the “oh, crap!” moment…

Turns out the whole thing was staged. No one ever went missing. They just wanted the troop to learn how to do search and rescue. There were younger scouts there who were crying and terrified, definitely scarred by the experience.

And that’s how things were done back in the 80s.

From afar, I love the food. I’d love to visit and learn more about the country but as a woman I don’t feel safe going there.

I would keep working part time because I love my job (psychotherapist). I would also garden, knit, go camping a lot, learn a musical instrument, write fiction and non-fiction books, have a podcast about mental health, and spend more time with friends. Traveling would also be a favorite.

Here’s the story with more adorable pics and a video.

I’m sure that’s adorably annoying.

Thank you and welcome!