ShellyRantz @shellyrantz

I read it here first.... Apparently North Korea Joined December 2008

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3 weeks ago

@Airaasayss ThaT makes no sense

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3 weeks ago

@PortlandPetFood If it’s Gluten free….. it better be wheat free….. The dogs LOVE these, but as a celiac I keep getting gluten so in checking everything…. Does Bobs red mill have cross contamination?

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4 weeks ago

@StefanikEl83115 Who wants to tell her

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@PatriotEagle776 No you had you had your 2 terms

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I’m in Colorado exploring on my own…

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@SenSanders Oh shut up … like your intentions are? How do you go into congress almost bankrupt and own 3 mansions now???? Yeah that doesn’t matter right… shut up and go back to the commune that kicked you out for not working…. No one cares you corrupt liar….. 🤥

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2 months ago

@SenSanders Move some where cooler

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2 months ago

@itsrosesm @chops169 Perfectly fine

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@Ryan_Parkerrr Who wants to tell him?

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@sarahtexe JD Vance

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@sarahtexe Who wants to tell her?

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2 months ago

@sarahtexe Absolutely as a teacher the education department is a fraud and should be ran by the state or local governments…. Running education from DC is not working!!!

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@Jassmini2 Who wants to tell her???

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2 months ago

@joncoopertweets I wouldn’t want to be invited for a photo like that 🤷‍♀️

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Ben Owen™️ @hrkbenowen

4 months ago

Retweet if you’d like to see @JimmyKimmelLive fired. @ABC and @Disney are tagged.

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7 months ago

@RightPulseNewss St Aug Fl- a retention pond

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7 months ago

@rzimmermanjr @LeadingReport @grok is this true

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Michelle Maxwell ™ @MichelleMaxwell

8 months ago

The neighbors call the cops on my dad every six months. They think he’s running a fighting ring or flipping pets for profit. For years, I wasn't sure they were wrong. My father, Frank, is a man of few words and even fewer friends. He lives on a fixed income in a small, weathered house just outside of town. He’s 68, walks with a limp he got in ’71, and spends most of his day in his garage. But his most controversial habit involves the local animal shelter. Like clockwork, Dad brings home a dog. Not the cute puppies everyone wants. He picks the "unadoptables." The three-legged pit bulls, the senior labs with gray muzzles, the curs that cower in the corner. For six months, that dog lives like royalty. I’d visit and see Dad hand-feeding them steak scraps, walking them for hours, talking to them in a soft voice he never used with me. Then, six months later? Gone. The dog vanishes. No photos, no collar left behind. Just an empty bowl and Dad driving his rusted pickup truck to the shelter to get another one. "Where’s Barnaby?" I asked last Sunday. Barnaby was a one-eyed Golden Retriever mix he’d had since spring. That dog worshipped the ground Dad walked on. "Moved on," Dad grunted, staring at his coffee. "Moved on? Did you sell him, Dad? The neighbors are talking. They say you’re sick." "Let them talk." I couldn't take it anymore. I loved Barnaby. The thought of my father selling that sweet soul to some stranger for a few hundred bucks made my stomach turn. So, when I saw him load a bag of high-grade kibble and a new leash into his truck the next morning, I followed him. I expected him to drive to a breeder or a shady parking lot exchange. Instead, he drove two towns over to a drab apartment complex near the VA hospital. He pulled up to a ground-floor unit. I watched from my car, phone ready to record evidence, as he knocked on the door. A young man answered. He couldn't have been older than 25, but he looked 50. He was missing his right arm, and the way he stood—tense, scanning the perimeter—screamed PTSD. I recognized that look. I’d seen it in Dad’s old photos. Dad didn't say a word. He just whistled. From the passenger seat of Dad’s truck, a dog jumped out. It wasn't Barnaby. It was "Duke," a German Shepherd he’d had last year. Duke looked incredible. Focused. Calm. He trotted right up to the young man and sat by his left leg, leaning his weight against the boy’s thigh. The young man crumpled. He fell to his knees, burying his face in Duke’s fur, sobbing. Duke didn't flinch. He just held his ground, anchoring the boy to reality. Dad handed the young man a thick envelope. Not money—paperwork. Vaccination records. Training logs. I got out of my car. "Dad?" He jumped, looking more terrified than I’d ever seen him. He walked me away from the boy, lowering his voice. "You weren't supposed to see this." "You trained him," I realized. "You didn't get rid of them. You trained them." Dad sighed, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. "A fully trained PTSD service dog costs anywhere from fifteen to thirty thousand dollars. The insurance doesn't cover it. The VA has a waiting list a mile long. These boys... they come home, and they can't sleep, they can't go to the grocery store, they can't breathe." He looked back at the young man, who was now smiling through tears, throwing a ball for Duke with his left hand. "I can't give them money," Dad said, his voice cracking. "I don't have any. But I know dogs. And I have time." "But why the secrecy? Why every six months?" "Because that’s how long it takes to turn a scared shelter dog into a soldier’s lifeline," he said. "Basic obedience, task training, desensitization. I take the broken dogs nobody wants, and I turn them into the partners these kids need." "And Barnaby?" I asked, my throat tight. "Delivered him yesterday to a female marine in Ohio. She hadn't left her house in two years. She went to the park this morning." 🐾 on my ❤️ Please share if this moved you.