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One of my biggest pet peeves is that I just don’t like it when characters do things that are funny to the writer, but you don’t know why they’re doing it and it doesn’t make any sense.
I always pet a dog with my left hand because if he bit me I’d still have my right hand to paint with.
It’s true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.
Pet stores just sell their animals.
I have this pet thing about how global communications are moving so fast now, throwing information at you, making everything available to you, and yet I feel it’s leaving us more and more isolated.
To this day I don’t ever remember seeing a pet inside Moscow, I never saw anyone carrying a dog, or leading a dog. Err I finally saw a, a pet some years later in Kiev, so I thought that life must have been, different.
We all have our pet things that we like to get religious about.
And I strongly believe people should rescue dogs, or, at the very least, listen to Bob Barker and have your pet spayed or neutered.
I am an enthusiast, but not a crank in the sense that I have some pet theories as to the proper construction of a flying machine. I wish to avail myself of all that is already known and then, if possible, add my mite to help on the future worker who will attain final success.
We are telling veterans they must sacrifice to pay for the pet projects and contracts to campaign donors of powerful members of Congress.