It's ok to visit the Oktoberfest, but don't expect to see German culture there. It's more like a parody, like going to Disneyland to see the "real" USA.
Some alternatives in Bavaria in Autumn:
- Munich: Auer Dult
- Rosenheim: Herbstfest
- Augsburg: Herbstplärrer
- Mühldorf am Inn: Herbstfest
- Bad Griesbach: Karpfhammer Fest
A second post for happiness. [This service dog got a caricature drawn at Disney](https://www.buzzfeed.com/tanyachen/a-service-dog-got-his-caricature-drawn-at-disneyland?bffbmain&ref=bffbmain&utm_term=.krLPvBJbq#.qw18zN2ZG).
I think someday I would like to help train and socialize assistance dogs. What a great excuse to bring your dog with you everywhere you go and of course they are great companions and helpers to their eventual owners. Win-win all around.
Foval has experience playing Donald Duck, maybe he caught on at Disneyland.
Does anyone know what Disneyland does with cats at night?
Transformers, video games, things with cats, star trek for Christmas.
Things I have collected over the years and are either given away, in storage, or have been destroyed by a fire: eeyore plushies, shotglasses, vintage hats, monkeys, black & white photos from pre 1940, disneyland pins (300 pins lost in car fire. Sad chimptang)
My whole family collects things. My dad collects vintage wind up metal cars and my mom collects teacups. Collecting is fun.
I will try to post pics of current collections tomorrow. <3
I got stuck for 3 hours on pirates once and we got on just minutes before the park closed. They shut off the sound and lit the ride so you could see that the water was actually only a few inches deep because they pushed all of the boats into each other so we could walk across them to a hidden exit and people got a little spooked when they thought they could fall out and drown. We ended up leaving the park at like 2am when all of the feral cats were roaming around. They gave us a pass to get straight to the front of any ride line, which is basically useless to get after the park is closed unless you planned on returning soon. Still, it was the most unique experience I've ever had at Disneyland.
[Sorry, but there's profit to be had.](http://disneyexaminer.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/dizneeland-2-the-simpsons-disneyland-parody.png)
I would direct your research [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/rarepuppers/top/)
I loved reading your report as I have never read one with a service dog at Disneyland. Sounds like you and Drago had a great day, and I'm so glad you got to go! I can imagine the service dog relief areas are confusing. I've only ever noticed one, right by the castle, and it certainly didn't look like somewhere you should be going. I love the idea of him sticking his head up and watching the rides go by.
Worked at Disneyland in food service. Got: How long is your foot-long hot dog (on a daily basis)? What is your chocolate filled croissant filled with?
I also worked at an espresso bar there, and we didn't even have food menus, just large coffee menus. A man walked up to me, looked up to the menus, then back to me and said, "You guys don't have coffee, do you?"
They did that in Disneyland too. They released a bunch of cats right outside near the parking lot to take care of the mice problem. I've seen them just hanging out in random bushes while I'm riding the tram to and from the parking lot.
This is very interesting to me and often wonder what I would do with my service dog. He's a 90lb pitbull that is so sweet he will give you diabetes, but I imagine people at Disneyland would be uncomfortable with a pit even if he is certified and almost too well behaved.
Good luck and let us know how it works out!
Don't talk shit on rarepuppers man, that's the nicest part of reddit I've ever seen
A future service dog named Yahoo was taken to Disneyland as part of his training. While he was there he got his caricature drawn, which was a perfect opportunity for him to learn patience and obedience.
Fuck off. Have YOU made an ironic parody of Disneyland?
Much cooler than minions.
Is that a picture of Bill, Hillary and Chelsea taking a photo with Donald Duck at Disneyland?
Oh no! Thanks for the warning. Their chicken sandwich is my favorite counter service in Disneyland. What made it so terrible?
Just back from a trip. We stayed at the Disneyland Hotel. I fun thing we discovered is they hand out quizzes at the front desk. These are questions about rides (ex: "how many cats are with the sitting drunk on Pirates of the Caribbean"). When you answers the questions and turn them in you get a prize. We got luggage tags. Not sure if that's always the prize. Not sure if you have to be staying at the hotel.
If I win I am going to disneyland and getting a corn dog and a dole whip
I wanna see Donald Trump in Donald Duck attire and a doing a speech in Disneyland. As crazy as it seems I think only one thing is possible, but him diddling his daught in a sailor costume isn't nearly as arousing.
No way. I have an annual pass to Disneyland and go all the time. All the kids no who the characters are. They even know who the classic characters are (Mickey, Goofy, Donald, etc.).
I'm interested in you goofy and Donald Disneyland pin. Here are my traders : http://m.imgur.com/gallery/SR6aG
As a service dog, he's not really supposed to get distracted by food and crumbs on the floor, but if I got through all of Disneyland with him only sneaking one little morsel, that's a pretty successful day.
Huh, most educated 30+ I know, including the ones who live in basements with cats, travel to Europe in economy or maaybe upgrade to Econ plus on points because then they can spend more on the fun stuff. First class? Why waste the money unless it's covered by points or work? You can go to Europe 3 times in 3 years for about $10,0000 or less, if you have the money why waste it on the flight for one trip? Some even stay in a combo of hotels and hostels because some hostels in Europe are more convenient than hotels and super safe! The horror! What does she think of the over 30s who go to Disneyland, partially on points no less, during the off-season and in the older hotel or even motels, or go on repositioning cruises, to get the best rates and the most out of the vacation for the least amount of money!?
Lol at a STEM degree being the way to riches, or the only way to riches, or whatever.
I have LTE service at Disneyland and this is going slower than a snail running from salt.
Guy on the street where I grew up was some sort of lego master. Had 10-15 long clear storage bins (maybe more?) completely full, all pretty well sorted by theme. On the center table, he was working on some sort of masterpiece of a medieval castle. You were not allowed to touch the castle.
But on weekends, and all through the summer, that garage door was open, you could build whatever you wanted, and all the other counter space was covered in worlds. It was like Disneyland for Lego. I remember building Space Station Zenon there very clearly.
One time I took care of their cats for the weekend, and not only did he pay me, he also gave me a Planetary Decoder set. I was really proud of it because it came from the "Lego Master."
I imagine you will get a radio signal, go down to the bottom of the map, and a group of raiders will offer to take you to it.
Knowing this is a parody of Disneyland makes me want to think it is in Florida. It does have crocodiles which I think lends some evidence.
My mother has spoken on these Oregon uniforms. She thinks that the Ducks need 'big white butts' like Donald at Disneyland.
I feel sorry for your cats! LOL. I'm on T-Mobile and this happened while in Disneyland and live in CA. A band was playing a good song and I instinctively reached in my pocket to record, only to find a dead pocket computer at 0% (brought a charger).
I've also run my phone down on purpose and charged while off. I thought I'd already "calibrated" it.
The small female human barely scaled the gates in time. The lead tracker raced out of the darkness and slammed into the metal, growled through the wrought iron, eyes shining, long teeth gleaming.
The little girl turned and ran off into the park.
The rest of the hunters caught up momentarily. They paused outside the gates.
The tracker turned to look at the Chieftain, who stepped forward and ruffled the hair of his underling.
They both smiled. They knew the adrenaline infusing the blood made it so much tastier.
The Chieftain looked through the gates. He remembered vaguely coming here when he was alive, when he was a small boy, when he walked in the sun. Flying elephants and spinning tea cups. Fireworks and castles.
The thoughts filled him with… nothing.
He looked down at his tracker and motioned to the park.
The small female human ran up Main Street, passing by each brightly-lit shop front, briefly peering in to see if anyone was inside.
No one was here. No workers. No cleaning staff. No security.
She was running on empty. She was tired, so tired. The rush that got her over the gates was dissipating. She reached the end of the Main Street and stood in front of a statue. A man and a mouse. The only person she’d seen in the park. And he was no use. And a mouse. How was a mouse was going to help her against these animals?
She turned slowly to look back down the long brightly-lit street. Seven figures were walking, almost strolling, towards her. Eyes hungrily staring. Teeth bared.
She dropped onto the small stone wall behind her. She was exhausted. She started to cry. She was done.
“Help me.” She whispered between sobs.
She watched the figures approach her.
“Please help me.” She found her voice, but only just.
The figures continued to approach. They were almost upon her.
“Please!” She screamed, “Please help me!”
Her screams echoed briefly around the quiet park around her.
She closed her eyes and waited.
She jumped as something brushed lightly against her leg.
She opened her eyes and saw… a cat?
A large orange cat was standing in front of her, facing the hunters. Staring up at them with golden eyes.
The hunters came to a stop, curious.
The little human looked up at them, as they looked down at the cat. Then she noticed their gaze turned away. She looked around.
Cats were appearing around them, slinking out of the gardens, appearing from alcoves in buildings, slowly, purposefully striding across the pavement.
Forming a circle around the hunters. Within minutes, they were surrounded.
Silently, the cats assembled, eyes trained on the hunters. the hunters stood still, incredulous. There was easily 100 cats around them. Mangy, covered in cuts, ears chewed and gnarled, or just missing.
The cat in front of the small human turned to look at her. For a moment, the cat’s eyes stared into her, before it returned to the hunters.
And broke the silence with a angry hiss.
And as one, The feral cats of Disneyland leapt.
I did the same thing. Just call the Disneyland Customer Service number and let them know. They'll fix it right up in a jiffy! :)
It's a parody of Euro Disneyland, in Paris. When it opened in the 90's it was considered a huge failure and almost nobody went. It's more successful nowadays, which makes this joke a little hard to understand in comparison.
Native badger here, welcome!
While WI is indeed known for drinking, there are plenty of us that don't drink much, or at all. Don't hang out in bars, and you'll be more likely to meet people who don't hang out in bars :) I can't stand most alcohol myself, and have found plenty of non-drinking friends. Try getting involved in your local "Friends of the ____" group. Friends of the ___ Park, Friends of the ____ Library, etc. Or your local kennel club, there are lots of active ones in WI.
The culture up north is generally more conservative the further you go. Whenever I get north of hwy 21, I like to play a game of "spot the religious billboard" (1 point for church advertising, 2 for general evangelism, 3 points for anti-abortion). Mostly, however, we're really nice people. Even the most conservative among us will gladly lend you a crockpot, pull your car out of a snowbank, or recommend the best fish fry in town. If you're polite, not whiny, and work hard, you will be fine.
YES, 'sconnie dog lovers unite! Unfortunately, [Appleton is not very dog-friendly](http://www.postcrescent.com/story/news/local/2016/07/21/appleton-upholds-ban-dogs-parks/87242088/). Fortunately though, you'll be very close to the 17 acre [Outagamie County Dog Park](http://www.outagamie.org/index.aspx?page=256). There's a Friends group for the park [on Facebook](https://www.facebook.com/groups/FriendsofOutCoDP/), and if you like the park and people, do donate/volunteer, because I believe they don't get any county/city funding at all. There's also a Kaukauna dog park, 13 acres, open in winter. No dog-friendly restaurants that I know of, but you can bring your dog into any Petsmart or Mounds.
Btw, FOR SURE get your dog on a tick prevention med. I prefer Sentinal Spectrum, a once per month chewy that also provides heartworm prevention. Ticks can be awful here, and lyme disease is fairly common. Another thing to be wary of: hunting and trapping is allowed on most public lands, and dogs, [even in suburban areas](http://host.madison.com/wsj/news/local/crime_and_courts/woman-whose-dog-was-killed-by-trap-won-t-file/article_e1b1e9b4-0a72-11e1-8ea4-001cc4c002e0.html) have been [killed](http://isthmus.com/news/news/charges-against-coyote-hunter-hard-to-prove/) in the past, so be careful! Trappers are not required to post any warning signs.
Favorite winter sports: hiking, geocaching. Winter hiking can be hard, but I love the solitude. Get some yak tracks and ski pole walking sticks for the ice, wear pantyhose under leggings under jeans in coldest weather, and drink lots and lots of water. Winter hiking really sucks the moisture out of you. Geocaching.com for more info on that.
Wisconsin is AWESOME for hiking. Yeah, it's true there's not a ton of grand vistas near you. Best views I've seen so far state-wide have been Devil's Lake State Park, Gibralter Rock State Park, Ledges County Park, Wildcat State Park, certain areas of Wyalusing state park and other Mississippi bluff areas, Rib Mountain State Park, and the Porcupine Mountains. I have been past High Cliff State Park but not TO it yet, would love to go there to see the old lime kilns. There are a surprising number of DNR/public lands and county parks that are great to explore. We have a great state when it comes to land access.
MMmm, yeah, I have no idea about organized sports.
More Tips on Living in Wisconsin:
If you get the chance to eat Indian Fry Bread, DO IT. Nevermind all the carbs. Best frybread is made by little old ladies in tiny roadside stands. Don't ruin it with too much sugar.
Watch out for sand burs in sand country, leeches in muddy streams, and having your car doors iced shut.
Enjoy kringles, kielbasa, tons of wildlife, quirky roadside attractions, and genuinely caring co-workers.
You WILL go to Wisconsin Dells at some point. It's kinda like our Disneyland/Las Vegas. That's fine, go for it, it's a blast, but be careful. Some of the large indoor waterpark resorts have ongoing problems with bedbugs, and a couple of the horseback riding places are not humane. Read reviews, check the news, etc etc before you go.
If you eat a Friday fish fry, don't eat tilapia. It's okay tasting I guess, but it's basically carp, a garbage, bottom-feeding fish raised in ponds. Beer battered cod is probably the most palatable for non-fish-eaters. Eat fried panfish for the true Wisconsin experience.
Appleton Animal Rescue is in the news right now for overcrowding. It's tempting to support them, but they are chronically mismanaged, and it's probably better to donate to other, better rescues/shelters. The Wisconsin Humane Society is excellent.
Any man over 50 may call you "hon," or "darlin'." I work in public service, happens to me all the time. It can be annoying, but try to remember that 99% of the time, those guys don't mean anything by it. It's just a part of their upbringing. Think of it like an accent, not an insult.
If you are going to drive for any decent length of time during winter, make sure your car is equipped with kitty litter (to put down for traction in case of getting stuck), a spare pair of warm gloves, a small shovel, a blanket, jumper cables, and keep your tank at least 1/4 full of gas. Oh, and a LONG-handled ice-scraper for your windows. It's extremely unlikely that you'd actually get into life-threatening trouble, even in our worst winters, but this is a nice kit to make sure you don't have to rely on strangers for help, especially if you're on a rural road and the nearest farmhouse looks like it's inhabited by pig-farming baptist hoarders. Oh, and do not assume you're OK to stay home from work if there's significant snow. We don't let a little thing like *weather* stop us from gettin' 'er done.
Be nice to farmers. They work insanely long days so we can eat. Plus, many of us are the (grand)sons and (grand)daughters of farmers. Even if we're no longer farming, we may live on or near a farm, and feel close to farming. Making jokes about hicks, complaining about waiting behind a tractor on the road, etc is not a great idea, especially since you're not one of us. (WE can make hick jokes, but don't YOU make hick jokes.)
Midwestern people, including Wisconsinites, tend to be quiet, self-deprecating, and assume you are TCB on your own. This can clash rather badly with what I think of as "east cost" style: "too much" communication can seem like bragging, micromanaging, or being needy. It's always OK to ask good questions though. In fact, it's a necessity. You may be expected *learn* your job more than you are *trained* for it, because again, we're quiet, self-deprecating, don't really like giving orders. It's not that we don't like being in charge, it's that we'd rather you figure things out. It's the same in friendships. We have a hard time saying what we want. Kinda paradoxical, huh?
Great example, how my father asks me to do something on the family farm:
*Dad is working on lawnmower*
"Hey Dad, what's up?"
"Ahhcchh, not much." *pause* "Piddling around."
"Oh, okay, want help with anything?"
"Ohhh, weellll, not *reeaallly*.... *pause* Maybe I'll take the Oliver out later."
Even though dad hasn't actually *said* any such thing, he has just asked me to take the tarp off the Oliver (tractor), and then when he's ready to roll, stand by to open the gate so he can drive out without getting off, and close it behind him. (You can't just leave the gate open, because the animals will get out.) He won't *tell me* when he's ready to roll, either-- I will be going about my business, listening for the sound of the tractor firing up.
He knows I know what this means.
I know he knows I know.
Classic older midwestern male talk.
As frustrating as it can be sometimes, I love this style of communication. It relies on your ability to be observant, empathetic, learn from previous experiences, and form a close working bond with someone. It also emphasizes a feeling of duty, loyalty, trust. If (A) happens, then you will (B). Of course, this can lead to some terrible assumptions and mixups. But when it works, it works like magic, like telepathy.
A lot of what I love about Wisconsin can be summed up by that idea. There's a lot of things not to like about our state, on the surface. If you want to see the really great things, you're expected to be observant, do some work, figure things out, build relationships carefully. But it's so, so worth the effort. The most amazing people and places in Wisconsin are the ones you find yourself.
i guess i will never understand reddit. i thought that person was a mod at rarepuppers...
I think the legendary Disney cats are in Disneyland in CA
I second dog beach. Doggy Disneyland.
I have no idea what the job called, but I wanna be the guy inside the Mickey Mouse/Donald Duck costume in Disneyland.
I think in this context he means "stich" as in slang for "pastich", meaning imitation or parody. "Stitch" as in "Lelo and Stitch" may very well be he name of a parked no lot at Disneyland/world, hence the confusion.
Doesn't really matter now since his identity got exposed awhile back. Is Bansky still a thing? His Disneyland parody was kind of the final nail
Is r/rarepuppers a meme now? Is Reddit a meme? How far can we go?
Only Table Service restaurants take reservations, you can make then through the Disneyland site.
Los Angeles is a city and a county. If you visit, you will probably want to visit different parts of the county.
A lot of the touristy stuff here is kinda mixed in with other stuff. Major area to avoid would probably be Hollywood Boulevard and Sunset Boulevard. Even though it's touristy, you may really enjoy Disneyland, but if you're Disney'd out, skip it.
Between trains, buses, and Uber/Lyft, you'll probably get around pretty easily. Check our Metro train maps and try to stay close to the Red Line or The western part of the Gold Line.
Service dogs that are on leash and wearing a vest are really well accepted at most places of business. A lot of people don't know that a service dog is not required to be on a leash or wearing a vest.
There may be some local regulations on Air BnB, but there are many cities where you will find them. My suggestion is not to stay further East than Pasadena.
We do have a lot of gamers and nerdy folk around LA. My best suggestion would be to use Yelp to find some game stores, call them, and ask about any events or game nights coming up.
I'm in the habit of suggesting a Wednesday night show called Scot Nery's Boobie Trap. It's a great sample of some of the most fun stuff going on in LA right now. We also have a good variety of Burlesque shows, and most of the ones I know about are pretty good. Mondays at the Three Clubs in Hollywood are fantastic. Sultry Sweet Burlesque is fantastic. Our Burlesque offerings are often pretty nerd-friendly.
1. Princess Carolyn's "on hold" music is the Jellicle song from *Cats*
2. BoJack steals from Neal McBeal, the Navy SEAL
3. The running "Hollywoo" gag after the "D" is stolen and somehow never replaced
4. Very few people question whether "Hollywoo Stars and Celebrities: What Do They Know? Do They Know Things? Let's Find Out!" (or even HSACWDTKDTKTLFO) is a good title for a TV show.
5. The Celebrity Stealing Club. 'Nuff said.
6. Either the fact that neither Todd nor Mr. Peanutbutter are aware of Disneyland in Anaheim, or how Disney accidentally patented "Diisneyland"
The hump is for a service tunnel from Disneyland Dr.
Service dogs are allowed everywhere in America. LA has lots of dog friendly places as well. If your a nerd/gamer I would suggest checking out Little Tokyo Village, the underground section has a game card store where people play and theres a few anime stores down there as well. Also amazing food all around that area, and some places have outdoor seating where you and your pup could comfortably chill and people watch. Nerdist in Hollywood is really cool too. Uber is everywhere. We have the most Uber drivers in the country. There is currently a lawsuit against Airbnb and other home stay companies it is banned in Santa Monica however, I believe it is still legal at the moment in LA. If you have enough time and money I would suggest Disneyland but it is a bit further and would probably be a pricy uber drive. There's also Universal Studios with the new Harry Potter section which should be less crowded now that it is fall. Both places let in service dogs, but idk if you'll be alone and have someone to wait with the dog while you go on rides.
Thank you all. Yes, I did kick cancer in the face. I had an amazing team of doctors, and my husband, kids, and cats kept me mostly sane. We celebrated remission with a trip to Disneyland, since I could finally go out in public. I will be in a wheelchair and on oxygen for the rest of my life, but I will have a life and see my kids grow up, and that is an amazing gift.
There's a horde of feral cats at Disneyland.
Anaheim Disneyland Donald & Daisy Ducks
Go to Disneyland and seduce Donald Duck.
Roger Dog loves his Disneyland. ;)
I actually love kids so I'd think I'd be a good one. I just have a shitty mom and don't to mess up a kid. But it scares me. Jsst figuring out small vacation plans around my cats freaks me out. One of them has attachment issues, last year I went to Disneyland for a week and was crying in the park because I missed him. Idk what I'd even do with humans.
This post and thread is why /r/rarepuppers is the only thing on Reddit worth saving.
Played that on the bus en route to Disneyland for my senior trip. We were exhausted, it was 3:00 AM, and it was one of the funniest things I've ever done. We ranted in very angry whispers about plastic silverware, the letter D, mosquitos, cats, and more. Highly recommend if you are among clever friends.
FILL (Part 1/2 because I typed too many words for this oTL):
Sometimes, Dean wondered if he had made the right choice as he looked through the doorway of the panic room in Bobby’s basement and stared at the catatonic form of his baby brother. Death had fulfilled his promise of returning Sam’s soul to his body, despite Dean not truly fulfilling his end of the bargain. His eyes were open but bright hazel eyes were glazed over in a dull shine. He looked like he was awake but he wasn’t truly here with them as he just laid there unresponsive. The most he would manage at times were muffled cries and shouts, probably reliving his torment.
It caused his chest to swell with pain to see his sorry state. Did he really do Sam a favor by having his soul brought out of the Cage? He could not even imagine the torture he had suffered under the hands of Lucifer and Michael, it probably would make his time with Alistair seem like a ride at Disneyland. Sure, he was no longer stuck with them but was this any better?
Dean did not even realize that he had tears staining his cheeks until Bobby put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, telling him, “It’s going to be okay. He will pull through.”
“I don’t know, Bobby. We have been through a lot of shit but I don’t know if there’s any coming back from this.” They killed the demon responsible for their mother’s death, averted the Apocalypse, and shoved the Devil back into the box but at what point does their luck run out? Maybe it was only the inevitable and he needed to stop fighting against it.
Sam’s mind was so screwed up that not even Cas, now juiced back up with angel mojo, could heal him. If that wasn’t a sign then Dean didn’t know what was.
“Don’t talk like that, son.” Bobby frowned. Good for him if he wanted to pretend but Dean was not going to play that game, not this time. Reality sucked.
Dean wasn’t sure what prompted him to purchase the golden retriever puppy. He was never a huge pet person, especially given that he was allergic to cats, but he remembered seeing how happy Sam was with Bones during their little stroll through memory lane in Heaven. Of course, he had to get Bobby’s permission beforehand since it was his house and being that it was for Sam, he agreed without hesitation.
The clerk that he had purchased the dog from told him that goldens and labs were a popular choice for service dogs and could easily be trained at a young age. Dean did not know much about raising dogs and Bobby did not have anything amongst his collection of lore and monster books so he went out to buy a few.
It was harder training a dog than it was raising Sam as a kid because the dog did not understand why he could not pee on Bobby’s carpet or why he should not chew on the furniture. However, it made all his efforts seem to be worth it when he saw the pile of fluff curling up against Sam’s side.
If that wasn’t heartwarming, Dean didn’t know what was. It was the first time that he had smiled ever since Sam became like this.
“You know, you should name her rather than just call her doggie.” Bobby advised him from the kitchen table downing another drink as Dean sat down on the floor brushing her fur.
“I’m not really good with coming up with names and besides, I was kinda hoping Sam would be able to name her when he’s ready.” He had finally expressed a glimmer of hope that Sam would eventually recover. Bobby let out a sad sigh.
Dean had settled for calling her “Princess” and the retriever had taken to the name rather quickly. Though, Bobby had always said that animals were rather smart and not to underestimate them, with the exception of pigeons. Those birds weren’t so bright.
He did the best he could to look after Sam. He really didn’t want to bring in a nurse or anyone else that would be asking too many questions about what happened so he handled everything himself with Bobby’s help. From time to time, he would call down Cas to stop and ensure that he was still alive.
Dean had quickly gotten over the weirdness of seeing his brother naked as he gave him a sponge bath so he wouldn’t stink up the room. It wasn’t fun but family was important to him and he would do anything for his little brother.
Dogs had to have some kind of sixth sense when it came to people being sick because Princess never jumped or smothered Sam like most excitable puppies did when they were with their owners. She sat patiently beside Sam as Dean was putting his shirt on.
As he pulled his brother’s hand through the one sleeve and getting his other through, Dean blinked because he could have sworn that he had just petted Princess on the head. That was impossible, Sam was too far out of it to have any will to move on his own. So, he simply had brushed it off as a hallucination, the desire of wanting his brother’s condition to improve consuming him so fiercely that he was starting to visualize it.
It is weeks later when Dean walks through the doorway of the panic room sees Princess on Sam’s lap and quite actively petting her. His eyes are only a little less glazed over than before.
“Bobby!” Dean shouts out his adoptive father’s name, wanting him to come here to see it for himself, to reassure him that he wasn’t starting to suffer from grand delusions.
“What is it-” Bobby started and froze completely when he stood beside Dean. “Well, I be damned.”
Guess he wasn’t going crazy after all. God forbid that happen and Bobby would have to look up the both of them in a psych ward. Dean takes a seat beside Sam on the bed and tries talking to him, seeing if he would get a verbal response from him.
“Hey, Sammy, it’s me, Dean. Can you hear me?” He can see the light behind his eyes move but no response causes Dean to sink his head.
“It’s probably too soon. We should be grateful for the little things, that means there is hope.” Dean can feel Bobby’s warm hand rest on his shoulder. He honestly did not know what he would do without the older man, who has been offering him endless amounts of emotional support. He can feel that he is slowly breaking into small pieces as constantly watching his brother each day makes his heart sink further and further and Bobby is the only glue holding him together so that he can be strong for his brother.
I used to raise puppies for Guide Dogs of America, which provides service dogs to the blind.
First, these dogs are expensive! Last I heard, it was $28,000 from birth until program graduation to feed, house, train, gear, and handle the medical for the dogs. The puppies are born in our puppy raising facility, where they stay with their mother and siblings for 6-8 weeks. Each litter is assigned a letter, and all puppies are given to puppy raisers like me. Provided our dogs aren't sponsored, we get to give the dogs a name starting with their litter's letter. Sponsors get to name their dogs.
The dogs live with us for about a year and a half, though that time is flexible. We train them in basic commands, as well as unique things like eating on command and going to the bathroom on command. These things make it easier for their blind partners in the future. Our other big job is socialization. We take them to as many public places as possible to avoid the dogs getting spooked later in life. My dogs have been to Disneyland, on planes, trains and boats, to the county fair, to the barn, and of course to the vet.
Dogs are often weeded from the programs if they don't have the right temperment. These are offered to their puppy raisers, and then placed up for adoption (That waiting list is approaching a decade now.). Others are weeded out for medical problems, like hip dysplasia, and sent to other service dog programs. After their time with us, we return the dogs to the agency. They live in the kennels there for about 6 months where they get harness training from full time trainers. When they are ready, dogs are paired with blind people. They stay together in GDA's dorms for three weeks learning to work together. There's a lovely graduation ceremony, and then they all get to go home. :)
Any questions? I know that was quite the wall if text.
I like the Donald and he likes me. I went to Disneyland and met up with him, it was great. He, his girlfriend Daisy, uncle Scrooge, nephews, cleaning maid Magica were all great. I told him he's doing a great job.
I'm posting this proxy for my best friend:
>A friend of mine asked to crash with me in the room I rented in California so she could take her and her two girls on a vacation from her home in Utah. I slept on the couch while they got my room. She even asked me to board my service dog while they were sleeping in my rented room because she doesn't like dogs. I drove her around, even setting up booster seats in my car for her two young daughters. I bought the girls food because my friend said she couldn't afford it. I even bought them shoes because theirs were too small by two sizes. I got her a stroller for her birthday (it was during the trip) because she said she really needed one for when she went to Disneyland with her girls. I don't know how she could afford Disneyland but not shoes, but thems priorities. Anyway, she stopped talking to me because my sister's car broke down, so I tried to wake her up and tell her I was going to pick my sister up so she wouldn't be stranded, but I guess she went back to sleep. This was like 6AM. At 9AM I call her to tell her the mechanic is almost done and I should be back soon. She yells at me that I ruined her vacation and that her kids are starving and that I am a bad friend for abandoning her, then has her sister who lives in town (news to me) come to my house to wait for me to return to yell at me for abandoning her. My sister ends up yelling at her sister when we get there, but then I went into my room and she had poured water on all my adult coloring books, had torn up all the pictures she'd sent me of her children, and had broken the stroller I got her. Because I went and picked my sister up from the side of the highway.
Totally doable based on your combined income and expenses, you should have ~$1800-2000 in excess every month!
try budgeting on a monthly basis instead of a weekly, you'll see more money at the end if you do. If you are staying in USA for 3 weeks, I'd estimate your overall honeymoon should run about $6000-$10000 (NY+CA combined). You'll need to set aside $3760 for your mortgage, loan, dogs, utilities and "other" category. You also need to hire a dog care service while you're away. reduce any expenses you can reduce building up to the honeymoon. It's a once in a lifetime moment. While you'll carry some debt from it, it goes away quickly especially on your income level.
on a personal level as advice to your wife, disneyworld in florida is WAY MORE WORTH the trip and money than disneyland. Trust me, disneyland in California was wonderful but the park was small and really only a 1 day trip. try Disneyworld in Florida, thats a multi day trip.
to you sir, I know it sounds silly she wants to go to disney but you have to remember this is her honeymoon too and while you might not enjoy it, its a lifetime of memories to start building on. why not start at the happiest place on earth? :P have fun guys.
Yep! Once i went to DisneyLand and saw one of these cats in broad daylight. He was so chill and would even let you get close and pet him. Considering I was having the worst school trip of my life he was probably the best part of it.
I was at Disneyland many years ago and saw a garbage receptacle *bubbling* with mice, frantically eating through a pile of discarded food. The mound of mice bodies would surge and subside as they chased each other to the best morsels. A paradise for feral cats.
[Here are more puppers so that you can learn](reddit.com/r/rarepuppers)
A corn dog at Disneyland
Ads are being a dick, so I have no means of getting catfood reliably until I level up cats and beat Cave Fillet. RIP plans of 11 roll gacha at Disneyland
I would LOVE this. But they'd have to use Disneyland. I just can't see it being any other park. I picture a movie like "Night at the Museum".
Also, they better make the feral cats of Disneyland stars.
[Just look at puppers](https://reddit.com/r/rarepuppers)
Disneyland has an army of cats that are let out at night to control rodent population. I imagine they would probably pick a turkey leg clean.
By the dog's behavior. Real service animals are trained to be incredibly well socialized with other people, large crowds, and strange environments like airports or theme parks. I work at Disneyland and have worked at Disney World, which both allow service animal training organizations to being dogs-in-training to the parks because they're full of strange things for dogs to become desensitized to.
Occasionally a dog or two which is definitely not a properly trained service animal makes it into the parks, and you can tell because it's either scared half to death by the crowds and overstimulation, or they're behaving badly (like barking, peeing where they're not supposed to, jumping on people).
Tl:Dr real service animals are highly trained and that makes them easier to distinguish from "fake" service animals.
There's many feral cats that call Disneyland and DCA home. There's one particularly friendly one near Big Thunder that you can usually see wandering near the queue later at night.
Hi l. I am an expert on training service dogs, or at least I've trained a few service dogs and brought them to Disneyland.
Service dogs, even in training, have a 'work' mode and a 'play' mode. When the vest goes on, they are trained to start ignoring fun dog things like squirrels and that interesting spot on the concrete. They don't stop enjoying these things, so when the vest comes off, usually at home, they go back to being a mostly normal dog.
My guess is that this dog is very excited frombeing at Disneyland, and as a puppy still struggles with turning work mode on and off. Also his trainers probably thoughy it was adorable and not harming/bothering anyone and let thr dog's behavior slide for a minute.
It depends on the different suits. For some odd reason, the only mascot that never put me off ease is the Donald suits in Disneyland. He actually looks adorable rather than eerie.
Original post: [Service dog visits Disneyland.](https://www.reddit.com/r/aww/comments/4pvxvu/service_dog_visits_disneyland/)
Just don't change your investments/sell anything and wait for the person who needs a service dog at disneyland, so all is well.
Wow! You are saying OP found Walt Disneys first ever drawing of Donald Duck where he wrote a reminder to himself to not forget to create Disneyland? I love Reddit! Nice find OP!
Got eliminated? Is this why when I was 7 and went to Disneyland specifically to see Donald Duck he wasn't part of the parade?
Just came home from Disneyland and a good crowd sang happy birthday to Donald. He's loved by many
Cats are known to chase gators and attack them. It's clear that Disneyland needs to deploy large groups of cats.
This gif of a [service dog visiting Disneyland](http://i.imgur.com/xvlYQwV.gifv) is good for the soul.
The service dog was getting to have fun at Disneyland too
Again, Disneyland stray cats. They have kittens all the time.
Besides, OP said my mind would be put in this animal, not that my body was transfiguring into it. So if that cat's balls got cut off, ok. Mine are still intact on my human body.
nope im going to town with the donald walking around disneyland
That there is an [army of cats](http://disneylandcats.com/faq/) living in Disneyland, to control the rodent infestation.
Disneyland is famous for having a ton of feral cats living there, how do these ducks survive?
This would be Donald Trump's idea of Disneyland too
I see a service dog at disneyland, so all is well.
Disneyland in California has feral cats that come out at night and control the rodent population.
Disneyland uses cats to get rid of vermin in the park. They let them wander around.