Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1

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Beautiful, I bet the fish were delicious, but I dont know how folks live up there. I had a friend RIP who worked in Utiquiavik the northern most town in Ak. and just loved it. I'd be miserable, couldnt take the cold, and worse no sun for months.
I lived in what I prefer to call Barrow for one year. It was interesting. I took a guided trip WAAAY out north on the ice, did the highly celebrated Polar Bear Plunge and earned the patch.

I had a German Short Hair Pointer that everyone loved. He was a clown. I'd tie him to the flag pole when I went in the Post Office or to the bicycle rack at the grocery store. I'd come out and someone would be petting him and he would be acting like nobody ever petted him. One little girl, maybe 3, repeat dog petter...I had taught her that he would sit on command, shake, some other standard stuff and she'd be out there making him go through the routine. Anyway, the lagoon froze solid enough to walk on soon after arrival. I'd take that shortcut to town. One day he found a dead seagull, frozen stiff, and he brought it to me. I praised him and when he wasn't looking, tossed it. This happened EVERY DAY. The bird became more and more deteriorated, disgustingly so, but still frozen. One day it snowed like crazy and drifted real good and no seagull...hallelujah! The next day...seagull. So, about January, MONTHS later and I had tossed that bird at least 300 times, I tie him up at the Post Office. When I came out, there were 2 old ladies, sisters that lived with a nice view of the lagoon, out there talking to my dog. He was tilting his head and trying to entice them to pet him. He would try to talk, which I always get a kick out of, a dog trying to talk. (Look up Bunny the talking dog on youtube, they know what they want to say) They saw me and started laughing. They apologized but between the two of them had a hard time explaining while laughing about the dead seagull. We were one of their daily highlights. Damned good dog, though.

I think I've already posted about seeing a Polar Bear literally inches away from me.

If I were single again, I'd move back in a heartbeat.
 
I lived in what I prefer to call Barrow for one year. It was interesting. I took a guided trip WAAAY out north on the ice, did the highly celebrated Polar Bear Plunge and earned the patch.

I had a German Short Hair Pointer that everyone loved. He was a clown. I'd tie him to the flag pole when I went in the Post Office or to the bicycle rack at the grocery store. I'd come out and someone would be petting him and he would be acting like nobody ever petted him. One little girl, maybe 3, repeat dog petter...I had taught her that he would sit on command, shake, some other standard stuff and she'd be out there making him go through the routine. Anyway, the lagoon froze solid enough to walk on soon after arrival. I'd take that shortcut to town. One day he found a dead seagull, frozen stiff, and he brought it to me. I praised him and when he wasn't looking, tossed it. This happened EVERY DAY. The bird became more and more deteriorated, disgustingly so, but still frozen. One day it snowed like crazy and drifted real good and no seagull...hallelujah! The next day...seagull. So, about January, MONTHS later and I had tossed that bird at least 300 times, I tie him up at the Post Office. When I came out, there were 2 old ladies, sisters that lived with a nice view of the lagoon, out there talking to my dog. He was tilting his head and trying to entice them to pet him. He would try to talk, which I always get a kick out of, a dog trying to talk. (Look up Bunny the talking dog on youtube, they know what they want to say) They saw me and started laughing. They apologized but between the two of them had a hard time explaining while laughing about the dead seagull. We were one of their daily highlights. Damned good dog, though.

I think I've already posted about seeing a Polar Bear literally inches away from me.

If I were single again, I'd move back in a heartbeat.
Can you leave out the single part but try to help me convince my wife to move to AK? Pretty please, with scotch whisky on top?
 
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Behold the Hottentot Venus:
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Last one isn’t Sarah, but was from a website that showed what kind of, uh, posterior she had, which is of the steatopygia type.

I swear I see @Dirty D in the illustrations somewhere.

More info: https://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-35240987.amp

History class dismissed lol
Saw bigger than that at Wal Mart yesterday.
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I lived in what I prefer to call Barrow for one year. It was interesting. I took a guided trip WAAAY out north on the ice, did the highly celebrated Polar Bear Plunge and earned the patch.

I had a German Short Hair Pointer that everyone loved. He was a clown. I'd tie him to the flag pole when I went in the Post Office or to the bicycle rack at the grocery store. I'd come out and someone would be petting him and he would be acting like nobody ever petted him. One little girl, maybe 3, repeat dog petter...I had taught her that he would sit on command, shake, some other standard stuff and she'd be out there making him go through the routine. Anyway, the lagoon froze solid enough to walk on soon after arrival. I'd take that shortcut to town. One day he found a dead seagull, frozen stiff, and he brought it to me. I praised him and when he wasn't looking, tossed it. This happened EVERY DAY. The bird became more and more deteriorated, disgustingly so, but still frozen. One day it snowed like crazy and drifted real good and no seagull...hallelujah! The next day...seagull. So, about January, MONTHS later and I had tossed that bird at least 300 times, I tie him up at the Post Office. When I came out, there were 2 old ladies, sisters that lived with a nice view of the lagoon, out there talking to my dog. He was tilting his head and trying to entice them to pet him. He would try to talk, which I always get a kick out of, a dog trying to talk. (Look up Bunny the talking dog on youtube, they know what they want to say) They saw me and started laughing. They apologized but between the two of them had a hard time explaining while laughing about the dead seagull. We were one of their daily highlights. Damned good dog, though.

I think I've already posted about seeing a Polar Bear literally inches away from me.

If I were single again, I'd move back in a heartbeat.
I'd love to visit if only to see the Aurora Borealis but when it goes below 70 I'm looking for a jacket. :confused: