A Facelift Or A Dog?
Posted by Michelle Moquin on November 29th, 2010
Good morning!
I couldn’t help but post this article this morning after I found it. Everyone knows I am a huge animal lover and dogs are especially my thing. It has been awhile since I have given my four-legged friends some blog time. Today is the day.
Did you catch the title below? How can a girl resist reading an article with a title such as this?
10 Reasons Why You Should Get a Dog Instead of a Facelift
According to the American Society of Aesthetic Plastic Surgery, American women underwent over 9 million cosmetic procedures last year. Americans spent almost $10.5 billion on cosmetic intervention in 2009.
During that same time, some 2 million dogs were euthanized in this country. The Humane Society estimates that animal shelters care for between 6 and 8 million dogs and cats every year in the United States.
As a dog lover and dog owner since childhood and a plastic surgeon for some 23 years, I believe I am an expert on the subject of the love of dogs and cosmetic surgery. While a facelift can be a wonderful and satisfying experience, I would like to share with you why I believe getting a dog is a better alternative:
- They offer a lifetime of love
- They are cheaper
Dogs are cheaper than a facelift. The average facelift costs approximately $11,000, depending on the city and surgeon. You can rescue a dog from the shelter for free, and even the most expensive pedigree dog does not cost more than $1,500. Also, you will get a lot more bang for your buck with a dog because a dog will love and appreciate you forever.
- They make you happier
It has been scientifically proven that owning a dog increases your lifespan! Numerous studies have shown that dog ownership lowers your blood pressure, encourages exercise, decreases stress and loneliness, lowers your cholesterol and thus enhances your health. Dogs can sniff out some forms of cancer and recognize early signs of seizures, enabling them to warn their human companion to lie down to prevent injury. To date, no studies have been able to document any of the same health benefits from a facelift.
- They often have better breath
A puppy’s breath is special and sweet; your plastic surgeon’s breath is a crapshoot.
- They can be your hang-out buddy
Your plastic surgeon will hang around for a little while after your facelift, but your dog will happily be your companion and friend offering unconditional love for life.
- They won’t cause talking behind your back
People won’t mock and sneer at you behind your back if you get a dog. A facelift?
- They Fetch
You can teach your dog to do tricks; a facelift, not so much.
- They cuddle
After a long day or a horrible emotional experience, you can cuddle up with your dog and feel a lot better; not so with a facelift.
- They aren’t nearly as risky
Possible complications encountered after a facelift include permanent facial nerve injury, poor scarring, bleeding, skin loss or irregularities and infection. The worst complication encountered with a well-loved dog includes an accident on the living room floor or a chewed slipper.
- They care
I HOPE that the beginning of your week starts off well…
PEACE OUT.
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November 29th, 2010 at 2:31 pm
That’s a weird comparison and I don’t care who he is, either you dig doggies like we do or you don’t, and if you aren’t a pet lovin’ type you’re not going to like your face or life any better by getting a dog…that is the oddest apples and oranges comparison I’ve heard lately, and folks, there’s another example of men making strange statements and getting away with it, if a woman said that crap other women would be all over her shit, hahaha….Luv, ZL
November 29th, 2010 at 7:21 pm
I whole heartily agree with you Zen Lill.
November 29th, 2010 at 7:22 pm
On the flip side, if you look like a dog, Honey, get a face lift.
November 29th, 2010 at 7:31 pm
Only a man would say something as stupid as that. I mean both men, Leo and that M.D.
You think that could stand for man deluded?
November 29th, 2010 at 7:43 pm
I am sorry and you were right.
If you will forgive me, I am all yours tonight.
I can be reached at half pass nine.
You said your heart would always be mine.
I know that you do not know how to us a phone.
Just bark and I’ll rush home with your bone.
November 29th, 2010 at 9:18 pm
Men are so insensitive to the needs of women. They are happy to accept the answer from any man who claims to know best for women.
November 30th, 2010 at 1:18 am
It seems like an eternity since you were in my bed.
Was it real? Or something I imagined instead.
I blink, lay back, and reminisce.
And once again, I am in bed with my Princess.
You reach out and take my dick in your hand.
And with skill and love bring it to full hardness as if upon command.
You kiss the head gently before you take in head and shaft.
I feel as if we are finally alone together at last aboard our spacecraft.
You take us out gently and then swiftly shift us into hyperspace.
I watch with delight as a smile appears upon your face.
“He’s hard and anxious to enter me,” I hear you thinking.
I lay still enjoying the sucking and caressing.
You climb into our bed and mount me quickly.
Is this real? Or just another fantasy?
My hard dick thrust into your warm tight pussy.
The sweet pleasure jars me back into reality.
I delight in the rhythmic movements of your hips
as you dance and squeeze my head and shaft
with your tight, hot, juicy, pussy lips.
And ride me you do, first forward and then aft.
Is this real; or am I imagining it instead?
Did this incredible beauty just give me head?
Is this fine sexy thing riding my dick into ecstasy?
If not, then how can I make it my reality?
But first I must preserve the image riding and pleasing my dick and brain.
Her hair, silky black, glistens and floats across her head and shoulders.
Her nipples are hard and as pretty as the bubbles on the head of champagne.
I reach for the place they sit, those two round brown, perfectly exquisite little boulders.
She lets me squeeze one without flinching as if in pain,
I take it as encouragement to kiss the other and caress them both again.
I look into those deep rich pools of warm velvet, and loose my sanity in those eyes.
I am forced to admit that all the years of saying I can do without her love were lies.
I observe her lips as they open, oh, so slightly as if inviting my kisses in.
Lips that are full, ripe, luscious, and as intoxicating as a glass of 100 proof gin.
I grasp her voluptuous waist and caress her full ripe ass.
I would love to fill it with my aching wanting dick.
But on this this day I will have to pass.
Because this day, the pleasure of her pussy has me dancing to its music.
So my Sweet beautiful Princess, was it real or have I been dreaming?
Do reply soon, I await your reply to once again give my life meaning.
TP