I need a designer to help me design my new line of dog clothing.?
I have found a manufacturer now I need someone to help with designs.
How much money would i spend each month if i'm getting a dog?
I’m getting a new dog soon and i’m wondering how much i would spend each month. Including food, toys, bed, treats, vaccines, dog dishes, cage(?), leashes, grooming, and etc. But i do not plan on buying clothes or designer things.
Oh and I’m getting a Samoyed!!
Please comment on my story.. all comments welcome :)?
I wrote this story for an assignment and i want to know what you think, if theres anyway I can fix it etc
WARNING: CONTAINS CHILD ABUSE…
Hayley Jade Ryan wrote her name as carefully as she could, on the crumpled piece of paper in front of her. She smoothed it out as she unwillingly relived the events of the night just past.
In her fathers’ usual drunken rage, he had managed to stumble across Hayley’s English homework, immediately scrunching it up and throwing it across the floor.
From the safety of her bedroom, she could hear her father slur his words.
‘Stupid, useless girl…’
Tears welled in her eyes as she slipped back into reality. She quickly brushed them aside.
‘Hey, Hayley!’ Cassandra called, with her uncontrollable mess of blonde curls bouncing around her face she was easy to recognise. Cassandra has been Hayley’s best friend since the first day of year 4, ever since Hayley asked Cassandra to sit next to her during Math.
Noticing Hayley’s crumpled homework, Cassandra asked inquisitively; ‘God, what happened to your homework?’
Oh, my dog tried to eat it but I got it back’ Hayley jokingly answered. There was no way anyone could know the real truth.
As the bell rang, Hayley waved goodbye to Cassandra and with her big brown eyes staring at the floor, she slowly walked from the classroom and stood at the entrance to her school. Unlike the other children, clamouring into their parents shiny new cars or onto the old yellow school buses, she didn’t want to leave. School was her escape from the hell she went through at home.
As Hayley walked the long distance back to her house, she savoured every step, with the blinding sunlight and beautiful flowers failing to improve her broken spirit that surfaced whenever she was alone.
‘How was school SpongeBob?’ her mother asked. Her mother always called her that because of the gap between her two front teeth.
‘Mum, don’t call me that!’ Hayley snapped.
Although she had a good group of friends, Hayley often felt she couldn’t relate to them anymore. At lunch, she just sat there pretending to listen while they gossiped about boys or the latest fashion. She was exhausted of lying and pretending, trying to be the perfect daughter, the perfect student, she just wanted to be like her friends. Hayley was desperate to tell someone, anyone.
Hayley’s dreams were peaceful. In them, she could make herself believe that one day she would leave this place and become a famous actress who has a nice house, designer clothes and people who adored her, envied her. However, most nights she hardly slept. Lying in bed, in her favourite pink night gown, Hayley was waiting, dreading the inevitable pain that was to come. Hayley heard the door creak open and his raspy voice whispered, ‘Are you awake?’ It didn’t matter if she was or not. He tip-toed across the cold floorboards, to her tiny wooden bed. Next thing she knew, he was on top of her; his weight crushing her tiny frame. He tugged at her pink night-gown, as she clutched her favourite red ribbon, she was careful not to move. As she felt his mouth on hers, the pain intensified, his breath smelt of alcohol, a smell she should be used to but it still made her gag. The pain was unbearable, she had learnt however, not to scream as that only him angrier. She wondered if he could ever feel her tears or hear her whispers as she begged him to stop.
‘Daddy, don’t…please stop’
When he was finished, out of breath he whispered ‘That’s my good girl’.
As he left, he kissed her on the forehead and wished her goodnight as if it made a difference, as if it would make her forget. At first, she was told it was ‘game’, something that sounded so innocent to 9 year old, almost normal. It was a ‘game’ she no longer wanted to play.
Clutching a picture she drew earlier, she tip-toed down the cold stairs to the kitchen. She used to think her father loved her, now she knows that’s not true. All she wanted was a normal life, like her classmates have but her father stole her childhood and her innocence too. She wanted it to end; she couldn’t be his little girl anymore.
She searched for the largest, sharpest knife she could carry and made her way back up the stairs. She passed her bedroom and tip-toed to the room where her parents slept. Avoiding the creaky floorboard in front of their door, she watched them sleep, only for a second. She felt the anger rise up within her, she was almost jealous but she knew she wouldn’t trade places with them to save her life. She hated him. She slowly walked back down the dark hall to the bathroom. Trembling and crying, she sat on the cold tiles, she could see her bright blue veins under her pale cold skin. She drew the blade across her wrist in one smooth motion. She felt no pain, only freedom almost as if she was floating. Still and fragile, curled up on the cold white tiles, lay a beautiful young girl, an angel with a bright red ribbon in her hair.
Are there any specialty dog boutiques in Paris?
I’m looking for information about any "designer" dog stores in Paris, or for that matter, in France. In the US these stores sell designer clothes and costumes, specialty foods, beds, dishes, toys, and gifts for dog lovers, but I have not found any in Europe. If these stores do exist, names and/or locations would be extremely helpful!
Thanks in advance for any help!
How do I convince my mom to get a hypo allergenic dog instead of a Pekingese?
I think Pekingeses are adorable but they shed repulsively! I’m going to be the one taking care of the dog and holding it, grooming it, and sleeping with it the most and I don’t want hair all over my clothes and all over the house! I had a pug and the shedding drove me crazy and we have a Siamese Cat who does a fair share of shedding and I don’t want to add to that with a dog who sheds heavy. Some hypo-allergenic dogs I like are Malteses, Shih Tzu, and Teddy Bear mixes and Maltese designer crosses. Shih Tzu designer crosses as well. HELP!
just to let you all know, the cat’s hair drives her insane! Can u imagine how insane a pekingese’s coat would make her?!!
Is Popular Culture Responsible for the (Bad) Behavior of Today's Youth?
Let’s face it, young people (birth to about 25 years of age) are highly impressionable as evidenced in such acts as copy-cat crimes (the phase of school bomb threats) and dressing alike in the fashion choices and having other like material goods. Also, children are brought into the world and are raised with the viewpoint that people are kind, trustworthy, willing to jump in and save them and no matter what happens, things have a fairy-tale ending. From birth, they are lead to believe in magic and miracles such as Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy and other mystical entities that their parents and media portray as existant. Then, they are exposed to media such as Disney movies where good ALWAYS triumphs over evil, that there are handsome princes out there that are the perfect gentlemen and treat women like precious creatures. Or, that all women are thin, curvy, large breasted beauties who give up their identites and sense of individuality to be with men, because having a man is all that matters. It only gets worse from there… until they are adults and realize life is nothing like anything they have been exposed to for more than a decade.
Yes, parents are to blame (in part) for the behaviors of their kids and young adults by trying to be their friends instead of parents, failure to properly discipline and a generally permissive parenting style (such as letting their teens have at-home, supervised drinking parties).
However, I am interested in discussing the impact of *popular culture* and its role in the behaviors, attitudes and morals of today’s youth. Especially the negative aspects and how it forms the psyche.
The evidence I am citing is such pop-culture phenomena such as the "Twilight" series. Does it lead youth to believe that it is okay to hem and haw when it comes to dating, that violence in the name of love is acceptable, that it is just fine to lose yourself and sacrifice yourself in the name of love. Is "Twilight" setting a bad example for today’s youth?
Also I am thinking about Taylor Swift and her lyrics (self-written, suposedly). Does it lead young females to believe that love is all that matters in life, that it is all love-sunshine-rainbows and puppy dogs, and not the darker side and pitfalls such as actually working to make a relationship work (and it is HARD work!) infidelity, abuse, being treated without respect, getting dumped for whatever reason, STDs and the other plethora of negative results that happen more than the "happy ending". Do you think such rose-tinted songs lead to more disillusionment and disappointment in young relationships? And what about today’s R&B and Rap lyrics? They glamourize material goods, treating women like objects, sexual and otherwise. One only has to listen to the music?
Then, there is Miley Cyrus and her transformation from the sweet, loveable and girl next door to uber-skankarella, who seems to be dressing less as she matures. Does that give young girls the impression that to catch a man’s eye or be worthy of any attention, you must dress like a street-walker?
And what about the impact of popular culture on youth consumerism? Today’s youth are exposed to the gluttonous materialism of pop-culture icons. They all drive fast luxury autos, have ridiculous items (like clothing for dogs and special satchels to carry them, diamond encrusted cellphones, whatever). Does this make today’s youth feel if they can’t have it, they have no worth?
Going further, what about the morals of today’s pop-culture icons? Does Tiger Woods (Jesse James and the other) and his resultant scandal lead youth to believe that cheating on your significant other is acceptable and even glamourous? Does the drama of reality television such as "Jersey Shore", "Real Housewives of…", "The Bachelor/Bachelorette" and the like lead youth to believe to make life worth living and exciting, one must fall into the drama and live for the drama (that does nothing but disintigrate relationships and make them come off as selfish, egotisitical and shallow)? What about "American Idol’s" impact? Does that give youth the reasoning that anyone can and does deserve to be famous, even the people who are generally bereft of real talent?
I am sorry this is so long, but I wanted to give proof to my argument of the bad in pop-culture and I would love your take on this stance. Please, serious answers only! Thank you for sticking with my evidence and hearing me out! YOUR TURN!!!!
I am not blaming pop culture on my problems. I grew up disdaining pop culture and never went with or cared for what was popular in my day. I found my own path, but have spent my life observing and disecting society and am disturbed by what is transpiring. I am 27 years old, by the way.
Designer dog clothing.?
I am looking for designer dog clothing (real or not) for a male chihuahua. Designers like Gucci,Fendi,Coach even G unit. HELP!
$1.3 Million To Pay For Male Escorts how much could this money of helped Mexico with urgent food supplies MEX?
NEW HAVEN, Conn. — The Rev. Kevin J. Gray was a popular priest who appeared to live humbly, forgoing a car and walking to Mass from another parish where he lived so that a Catholic charity could use his space at the rectory. Parishioners thought he had cancer and admired how he helped immigrants in his largely poor parish in Connecticut.
But after a routine audit of the church’s finances turned up discrepancies, authorities began a criminal investigation that they say unraveled a secret double life of male escorts, strip bars and lavish spending on the finest restaurants, luxury hotels and expensive clothing, financed with money stolen from the parish.
"About a million," Gray told authorities without hesitation when asked how much he took from the church account, according to his arrest affidavit.
Gray, former pastor at Sacred Heart/Sagrado Corazon Parish in Waterbury, was arrested and charged with first-degree larceny, accused of stealing .3 million over seven years from the church, police said. He was arraigned Tuesday in Waterbury Superior Court and was being held on 0,000 bond, court officials said.
"Up until this investigation he had an excellent reputation," police Capt. Christopher Corbett said. "The life he was leading in New York City was much different than the life he was leading in Waterbury as a priest. He’s certainly an example of someone who was leading a double life."
Gray told church officials and others that he had cancer, but police found no evidence of that, Corbett said. Saying he was undergoing treatments in New York may have been an excuse to explain his absense from the parish, he said.
Gray, 64, used the money to stay at such hotels as the Waldorf-Astoria, New York Palace Hotel and Copley Square in Boston, and on expensive clothing labels including Armani, Saks 5th Avenue and Brooks Brothers, police said. He dined at Tavern on the Green and Arturo’s restaurants in New York, Union League Cafe in New Haven and Abe & Louie’s Restaurant in Boston.
One man Gray met in New York’s Central Park told police that Gray paid for him to attend Harvard University, bought a piano and dogs, and paid for his piano lessons and veterinarian bills. When the man asked why he always paid him with checks from Sacred Heart, Gray told him he had won big cases as an attorney and placed his life savings into the church account, according to the arrest affidavit.
As police interviewed the man, Gray arrived at his apartment. Gray admitted he was not an attorney and did not have colon cancer, police said.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/0…_n_636342.html
.3 Million To Pay For Male Escorts how much could this money of helped Mexico with urgent food supplies to MEX for the millions they say do not eat for weeks or even months ?
I'm writing a story i know some of you might of read some of it but i added some more to it?
Chapter 1
If I died would I be missed, cried over, or even remembered? Would my parents bother to burry me or just leave me there to rot? Laying there in my bed feeling hatred toward my parents I thought of all escape routes. But none of them seem quite right.
I stood up and went to the mirror I looked over my outfit and my face. I’m not like most kids my hair is red and curly. I’m not exactly skinny but definitely skinnier than most. I have clothes that I don’t see on most others. Also my parents are rich and famous who cares because I certainly don’t! My mom is a fashion designer, if you consider it fashionable even. Father dearest is an actor who is in a ton of what critics consider “good movies”. That is if you consider a good movie a movie where a guy, who is a total jerk, finds love in the end a good movie. Disgusting!
“Crimson Ziya Kelly get your but out here!” My so lovely mother dearest yelled back to me.
Crimson Ziya Kelly, that is me, it means blood light bright headed. I’m honestly not sure what my mother was thinking. Who names the kid after blood? Apparently my terrible mother, who half the time ignores me, names her daughter that. Of course my father is no better.
Running out to see what I was in trouble for this time I tripped over my dog. Bob Marley, my komondor, is my only friend. That’s what is great about dogs they don’t care if you are rich or poor, have rich and famous parents or have normal parents, or even if you are abnormal. Bob was rescued from an animal shelter when I was five, he was abused really badly but he is doing great now. Bob is really fat now, I guess giving him a lot of treats kind of does that. He’s around 95 pounds and the average is 80 pounds.
“What did I do this time?” I said with heavy drama intended
“Would you like to explain your report card?”
“Not really no.” I said dryly
“Just explain why you have two F’s and three D’s” Trying not to yell
“Hey your leaving out the two A’s I have”
That put her over the edge and she stormed out of the living room dramatically like a teenage girl who just got her phone taken away. Lets just say this isn’t our first argument. We have had the most arguments in our household. Don’t get me wrong me and my dad argue to. Father dearest and I usually argue about my mother and I arguing.
“Crimson!” My father hollered for me “Get yourself in here now!”
“Oh yeah another argument awaiting.” I said sarcastically to myself as I walked back to his room. “What do you want father?” I asked in an obviously annoyed tone
“Would you please explain why you were so disrespectful to your mother?”
“Well I think you would know I mean you’re married to her.”
“Would you care to rephrase that?” He suggested
“No, it is the truth after all I mean you are married to her for whatever reason so you should obviously know how annoying she is. Also you taught me to be honest. Just saying.”
“Give me your phone! You are grounded to your room and no computer or anything fun for two weeks!” He informed me
“Gosh you are just…uhh!” i wasn’t sure how to finish that.
I then proceeded to run out of his room and out of the house. I made sure Bob Marley was with me and we ran into the woods behind our house. Music, yes that’s it music would help me calm down. Since Bob was with me I had to listen to Bob Marley. We made up a dance together one time when I was eight to “three little birds” by Bob Marley.
I know I will just be in more trouble by doing this but I need to cool off. Last time I did this was four months ago. My mom was mad about me not eating what the chef made for dinner. Who eats caviar? Its little fish eggs, I don’t want to eat fish eggs. She told me that I would be forced to sit there till I ate so being me I got up and walked out the door and didn’t come back for a few hours.
Bob started barking and would not shut up! Squirrels make him go crazy. I decided that I should go home because its starting to get dark. Also I have school tomorrow. I never cared for school, I don’t fit in, the uniform sucks, and teachers hate me. I only enjoy one class out of the eight classes I have. Art because I like to be creative. Other than that I take English, Science, Gym, History, Math, core plus (barley counts as a class), and Reading.
I have one friend in school. Her name is Autumn Johnson. She is really sweet and her parents are normal. She has blonde hair that is wavy and pale skin. One of the best things is that she could care less that my parents are famous and she doesn’t like them either.
Chapter 2
Around seven I returned home and my parents weren’t there. I looked around the house and all I found was a note.
Crimson- you are not grounded but that does not mean you aren’t punished. Sense you hate acting so much you will be staring in a movie. Your father and I will be out for the evening. After dinner we will be going to get you an outfit for your audition. See you when we get back. ~Mom
What! Me in a movie! Oh
i would like feedback and by the way just be flat out honest with what you think because i don’t get offended easily. i am aware that there are probably a lot of typos throughout it. but i figure i can go back later and fix those. if the fact that there are not indents to start the new paragraphs gets your goat i am sorry but just blame yahoo for not letting me add those.
i am aware that most households do not act like this but remember that this is from crimsons view point so it is bias and you are only getting one side of it. sense she is a teenager things can seem more dramatic than they are.
Thank you for your feedback if you provide it =)
also yahoo cut me off so here is the rest of it:
What! Me in a movie! Oh that is so not happening. Unless it is a horror film and I am the evil villain. Then I would consider it. But sense it is a punishment im probably going to be in a stupid chick flick.
The next morning when I woke up I took a shower and then when I went to get dressed all my clothes were gone except a couple outfits. They were hideous. One was a green dress with a jacket another one was a sweater that was blue and a skirt. The last one was a pair of jeans and a shirt with a weird stripe pattern.
The least ugly thing was the jeans and shirt. I went down stairs and saw my parents eating pancakes. They glanced up at me and smiled at me. That was a first in a while they never smile at me, they usually glare. Of course they were only smiling because they have their way.
“What happened to my clothes?” I asked trying to be calm.
“Well your punishment is to be in a movie and you don’t know how to act. So you have to b
“Well your punishment is to be in a movie and you don’t know how to act. So you have to be the part.” My dad told me
“What am I suppose to be exactly?
“You are a cheerleader and when your not in uniform you dress like that.”
“Yeah that’s not happening.”
“We thought this might happen which is why we gave your other clothes to the thrift store. So those who cant afford fashion can have something to wear.” My mom pitched in.
“You gave my clothes away?” I said shocked
“I do believe that is what your mother just said.”
Glaring at them I ate breakfast while I tried to think of a way to make these clothes somewhat awesome.
What is an interesting job you like?
examples
-beer brewer
-wine maker
-dog trainer
-resort manager
-design outfits for movie characters
or concert tours
-life guard
-sports reporter
-magazine editor or illustrator
-event cordinator
-wedding planner
-eco-biologist
-journalist for the new york times
-flight attendant
-design sheets or bedding
-wedding dress designer
-Make a program and be an activist
-Own a clothing boutique in los angeles
or a antique furniture store
-work for city hall
please be specific