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I have trained dogs for many years and I trained my own service dog to boot. He does 55 commands, so although I don’t know everything, I have a pretty good clue with dogs.
I adopted a Shepherd from our local dog pound some 2 weeks after he had been found, on last Friday. Nobody claimed him. I went in and saw him during the week so he knew me.
He has attached himself to me alarmingly too much.
At first, I took him around town and today I left and came back to a broken front screen where he went through our window. A neighbor found him running back and forth in front of the house looking for us. She opened her van (like ours) and he went right in.
He was in a state of panic. Tonight I returned again and he pooped, tore blinds off, broke a bamboo room divider down, glasses all over the floor because he was on our counters, and he must have had an awful time. Back door open the entire time and he could have gone out.
I love him already. I fear he’s been terribly abused. more below

I walked across the dance floor, unsure what I was doing here. What was I doing here? That was the question that I was afraid of. “Hello Catherine.” The voice said. I was spinning in circles trying to find the voice. It was storming outside. The lightening flashed and I caught a glimpse of what he looked like. Tan, with short black hair, and with a small scar next to his lips. It is very noticeable. You could probably see it miles away. “What do you want?” I asked him. Trying not to shiver with fear. “You’re afraid. I can smell it.” He stated, ignoring my question. So I decided to repeat the question. “What do you want?” I asked once again. “You see this bomb?” He asked. I nodded. Even though this room was dark, I could see it very well. “I press this button and we all go up in flames.” He threatened.” You wouldn’t.” I told him. I knew exactly where my gun was. In my car, in the console. It was then when I realized who it was. “You killed my parents.” I accused him darkly. “Yes. But I had no clue that you would take your father’s place as a FBI.” He finished his sentence with a darkly smile. I didn’t trust the smile, one bit. He took a step towards me. I was backing up. In one swift moment, his face was right in front of mine. I lifted my leg and kicked him in the face. Forcing him to go to the floor. I learned that in mine ten years there. He got on his knee’s, touching the place that I kicked him at. It was bleeding fiercely. He now got onto his feet. I grabbed a sick of bamboo that was in the room. He grabbed another piece of bamboo. He swung his piece at my feet. I jumped up.
It was a fight, woman against man. “I would hit you, but you’re a woman.” He said inhaling deeply. We both put the bamboo up. Now we were facing each other. “Yeah, well that’s not stopping me.” I said, and with that I punched him. “You’re going to pay.” He said as he was crawling towards the button. I decided that it was time for me to leave. I ran as fast as I could. I was down the hall when I heard a faint scream. With me knowing that this place was about to be going into flames. I went into the room. There was a boy. He was about seventeen, or possibly eighteen. I untied him and we ran. I glanced at him, he was cut up badly, and I think he might have a broken arm. He never moved that arm. We were now outside. I heard the explosion. “Get down!” I yelled at him. He did as he was told. I did the same.

Im including samples of the colors I have in my living room so you all can help me choose a color. Im more partial to the light oak colors.
NOTE THE PICTURES IM PROVIDING ARE NOT MY OWN PICS NOR MY OWN ITEMS.
Furniture (couch, chair) is this color http://couches4sale.tripod.com//sitebuil…
TV Unit and Shelves are this colorhttp://www.craftwood-srwood.com/bamboo-1…
Walls/Paint is this color (bottom left light grey)http://www.herbariumsupply.com/catalog/c…
Ceiling and trim is WHITE
Here is the link for the available laminates. I am labeling them A-H so the first left square is A1. A-h goes vertically.http://www.lindstrandauctions.com/conten…
HERE IS ANOTHER LINK TO ANOTHER COLOR SITEhttp://www.purewoodfloors.co.uk/colourch…
Thanks a lot!!!

I live in a condo building that has rules, regs and actual laws we must follow. There are NO exceptions to this unless it is in writing and documented.
Saying this about a year ago one of our homeowners put up a bamboo fence on her second floor balcony and it’s not authorized, docemented or approved anywhere in our docs. I was told by the lady that the old president of the board last year told her not to worry about it. Nobody would care.
1.) her unit faces a neighboring hotel. She claims the bamboo is there for privacy. She also claims it’s there for security as anyone from the second floor can climb over the railing from the cat walk. ( it’s flimsy material and really could n’t act as a barrier.
Our current board has myself and the old president and the new people on it. Part of our jobs is doing monthly walk throughs and this fence issue came up a a rule infraction.
2out of 3 board members said not to inforce the rules to this unit due to the hotel thing.
6 minutes ago – 3 days left to answer.
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I was a bit suprised because upon investigation of all or our governing documents nothing giving this fence exemption from anything has been found., anywhere.
I asked if I could get board approval on the same fence and told no by the board majority.
I have my unit facing on the backside of the building and have my neighboring apartments that can look right into my unit too. The privacy isl lacking an would also like the same exact fencing ot be granted to me. Wen I asked why I got a “no”
One member said I had a vendetta against this woman, one said that we have always allowed partitians on the side of the property for years.. ( no docs anywhere )
We also have a rule adopted by the HOA in 2004 that clearly states the only approved fencing on this balcony is a fine mesh wire that can act as a barrier as our metal bars are 10 inches apart and could be dangerous to pets… that is the ONLY approved item. My atty wrote a letter reqesting the same fence 4 me.

Mi Retiro (My Retreat)
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sand
and at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,
I planted my humble hut beneath a pleasant orchard,
seeking in the still serenity of the woods
repose to my intellect and silence to my grief.
Its roof is fragile nipa; its floor is brittle bamboo;
its beams and posts are rough as rough-hewn wood can be;
of no worth, it is certain, is my rustic cabin;
but on the lap of the eternal mount it slumbers
and night and day is lulled by the crooning of the sea.
The overflowing brook, that from the shadowy jungle
descends between huge bolders, washes it with its spray,
donating a current of water through makeshift bamboo pipes
that in the silent night is melody and music
and crystalline nectar in the noon heat of the day.
If the sky is serene, meekly flows the spring,
strumming on its invisible zither unceasingly;
but come the time of the rains, and an impetuous torrent
spills over rocks and chasms—hoarse, foaming and aboil—
to hurl itself with a frenzied roaring toward the sea.
The barking of the dog, the twittering of the birds,
the hoarse voice of the kalaw are all that I hear;
there is no boastful man, no nuisance of a neighbor
to impose himself on my mind or to disturb my passage;
only the forests and the sea do I have near.
The sea, the sea is everything! Its sovereign mass
brings to me atoms of a myriad faraway lands;
its bright smile animates me in the limpid mornings;
and when at the end of day my faith has proven futile,
my heart echoes the sound of its sorrow on the sands.
At night it is a mystery! … Its diaphanous element
is carpeted with thousands and thousands of lights that climb;
the wandering breeze is cool, the firmament is brilliant,
the waves narrate with many a sigh to the mild wind
histories that were lost in the dark night of time.
‘Tis said they tell of the first morning on the earth,
of the first kiss with which the sun inflamed her breast,
when multitudes of beings materialized from nothing
to populate the abyss and the overhanging summits
and all the places where that quickening kiss was pressed.
But when the winds rage in the darkness of the night
and the unquiet waves commence their agony,
across the air move cries that terrify the spirit,
a chorus of voices praying, a lamentation that seems
to come from those who, long ago, drowned in the sea.
Then do the mountain ranges on high reverberate;
the trees stir far and wide, by a fit of trembling seized;
the cattle moan; the dark depths of the forest resound;
their spirits say that they are on their way to the plain,
summoned by the dead to a mortuary feast.
The wild night hisses, hisses, confused and terrifying;
one sees the sea afire with flames of green and blue;
but calm is re-established with the approach of dawning
and forthwith an intrepid little fishing vessel
begins to navigate the weary waves anew.
So pass the days of my life in my obscure retreat;
cast out of the world where once I dwelt: such is my rare
good fortune; and Providence be praised for my condition:
a disregarded pebble that craves nothing but moss
to hide from all the treasure that in myself I bear.
I live with the remembrance of those that I have loved
and hear their names still spoken, who haunt my memory;
some already are dead, others have long forgotten—
but what does it matter? I live remembering the past
and no one can ever take the past away from me.
It is my faithful friend that never turns against me,
that cheers my spirit when my spirit’s a lonesome wraith,
that in my sleepless nights keeps watch with me and prays
with me, and shares with me my exile and my cabin,
and, when all doubt, alone infuses me with faith.
Faith do I have, and I believe the day will shine
when the Idea shall defeat brute force as well;
and after the struggle and the lingering agony
a voice more eloquent and happier than my own
will then know how to utter victory’s canticle.
I see the heavens shining, as flawless and refulgent
as in the days that saw my first illusions start;
I feel the same breeze kissing my autumnal brow,
the same that once enkindled my fervent enthusiasm
and turned the blood ebullient within my youthful heart.
Across the fields and rivers of my native town
perhaps has traveled the breeze that now I breathe by chance;
perhaps it will give back to me what once I gave it:
the sighs and kisses of a person idolized
and the sweet secrets of a virginal romance.
On seeing the same moon, as silvery as before,
I feel within me the ancient melancholy revive;
a thousand memories of love and vows awaken:
a patio, an azotea, a beach, a leafy bower;
silences and sighs, and blushes of delight …
A butterfly athirst for radiances and colors,
dreaming of other skies and of a larger strife,
I left

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I finally found a comforter that I LOVE:http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/product.…
My questions are:
- What color paint would you do?
- Would you use two tones?
- What are some coordinating colors?
- What kind of furniture (style and color)
I want white furniture, but I’m not sure if it will look weird. I like wood furniture too, but my closet and two bookcases, windows, etc, are white. I’m getting bamboo floors installed, a medium color. This is a teen room by the way, so let me know of any recommendations! Thanks (:
By the way, the room is medium sized. Also, if you actually link me to furniture, etc. it would be great (:

Spending the last day of school sick in bed, wasn’t what I planned. I planned to spend it with my friends, in the gloomy hallways of our high school. When the final bell would ring, we would all go to the beach and start soaking up the sun. But, no, my plans were ruined thanks to my nausea and fever. After watching a few minutes of never ending commercials, I flicked off the TV and got up out of bed. My feet were cold once they touched the bamboo flooring in my room. I shiver and pull a blanket off my bed and wrap it around me. I walk to the top of my stairs, about to take the first step down, and I hear my stomach growl. The kitchen was in front of the stairs, so I didn’t have a long way to go to get to my destination. My kitchen was small, just a fridge, a pantry, a stove, a microwave- the normal deal. I could still smell the bowl of chicken noodle soup I left on the counter this morning. I grab the bowl then go to the pantry and grab some saltine crackers. I sit down at the kitchen table and start eating my cold soup, one spoonful at a time. My house was quiet. It always was ever since my dad died three years ago. He had a heart attack and he was gone before the ambulance even got him to the hospital. My mom was always trying to keep everything calm and in tact. She was tall, blonde, and had pretty blue eyes. She was always smiling and making the best of the situation. I definitely didn’t get my look, or attitude, from her. I was tall, brown haired, and had brown eyes. My mom always said I looked exactly like my dad. I heard my mom talking on the phone in the other room. I got up and grabbed the other land-line phone and listened in. “…Well who else got sick?” my mother asked. A man with a deep voice started talking and I recognized him as my principal, Mr. Gonzales, “Keith, Kayla, and Khloe Johnson, Taylor and Cassandra Layser, Mason Downey, Aaron Stepps, Tatum Oliver, Mitchie Tyler, and of course, your daughter.” My mom started making a humming noise on the other end of the phone. “Okay, thank you so much, Haydin is in her room resting so I better go check on her, thank you so much for calling.” Just as Mr. Gonzales was starting to thank her back, I clicked off the phone, and ran back to the table so my mom didn’t know I eavesdropped on her. I made it back to the table before she walked into the room. “Oh,“ she said surprised, “ Good Morning, Sweetie. Are you feeling better?” Her short curls were tied back in a bun and a pencil was stuck through it. She was also wearing a tank top and shorts, which meant she had been painting. She wasn’t a professional, she just did it for fun, but she was really good. “Not much better,” I say frowning, “I still feel dizzy all the time, and I am burning up.” She sat down oh-so-motherly next to me and patted my hand. “If you aren’t better by tomorrow, I’ll take you to the doctor.” I smile sympathetically, trying not to hurt her feelings, and shake my head “ok”. She kisses my forehead with her thin, pale lips and starts walking to the other room. “If you need me, just call me,” she said over her shoulder. I tried finishing my soup, but my stomach refused, so I just put it in the fridge.

Yeia sas!
Now this is an interesting question. Normally I would ask these questions in the home renovating section, but because most of the answerers are either English or American, the answers are specific to those countries. But I live in Greece!
So……. we are building a new house, and I want to put in wooden floors. So is there anyone on this section know about this stuff or where it is sold? Because I heard about bamboo floors that is made to look like wooden flooring, that doesn’t look cheap like ‘parke’ but looks like real wooden floors and its cheaper and really hard and strong. Has anyone heard of bamboo floors here? Do you know where it is available? Can anyone here recommend a good hardwood floor that is not crazy expensive? Someone also told me ‘Drys’ is a nice hardwood.
Efkaristw polu. Kai signomi ama den xerete tipota apo afta, nomisa tha prospathisa yiati xrieazome anthropos apo ellada na rotaw oxi apo ameriki.

Yes its for real. There are other brands also, Comfort flex, Tarkett and the newest Mannington. It was developed in Europe. It is a lot like a laminate floor without the click clack sound. The best looking is from Mannington. For all you remove the 1/4 round cut just short of the wall about 1/8″. Put in new or replace the1/4 round and enjoy. If you need to seam, use a special glue under the seam area.

Do you like really dark color wood floors or really light wood floors better? And why?
I’m thinking of getting bamboo wood flooring in my room and I can’t choose between the two. They both have a drama that I like. I want my room to be really stylish because it’s so blah now.