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Well, I've spent the last 12-18 months trying to move the family out of my current location.

I grew up here, an affluent area that's a leafy suburb. The last 5 years the whole area has become infested with dirty smelly Jeets and Moslems, they have no standards and are complete fucking animals, they are disgusting, I'm preaching to the choir I know!.

So today is moving day, we are moving around 20 miles away to a much smaller town. One where whites are the majority, we were there a few days ago signing the final paperwork and decided to go grocery shopping whilst there, what a pleasant surprise, white faces everywhere and whilst there are some jeets here, I saw 2 the whole time we shopped(wife's idea).

My daughter lives where we are moving to and is currently having a very hard time and so the bonus is we get to support her and our granddaughter. Through no fault of her own her relationship has ended(I think if I ever see him I will probably beat the shit out of him), I won't say anymore but I'm not sure how I've resisted the urge up until this point. That's private business and the less said the better at this point.

Anyway, it's taken a lot of planning and fucking about, but hopefully by the end of today everything will be sorted. I've got no broadband at the new place until next Tuesday but hey I will keep up to speed on what's going on here with my data.

From talking to some people, many whites are leaving this once beautiful town and heading to where I'm going, it can be done people, it's so fucking stressful though.

Wife has some serious health issues and I'm hoping a move to the countryside is a tonic for her ailments.

See you all on the other side goats, white power!!.

Think of these 2 poor guys for the day, they're very confused by all the clutter.

So I just wanted to share(as I mentioned this day was coming recently on a thread about something else), this is the final image of a cat that has been part of my family for 23 years, he was as old as my son.

He has been a fantastic cat but for the last 6 months or so my wife and I have been putting off the inevitable, he was still very alert, had all his own teeth but was deaf and going blind(as well as many other things starting to go wrong), we had a discussion about it last week and both agreed that we were only keeping him alive because he's our old boy, we felt this was unfair as he hasn't had much quality of life for the last couple of months and with this at the forefront of the decision we made the choice to let him be put to sleep whilst my wife cuddled him.

Broke my wife's heart in all honesty as I've always been the one to do such things(with all of our dogs) but she wanted to and as he was very much her cat I felt it was the right thing to do for her even though she sobbed her little heart out.

It was all very peaceful and quick but fuck, these days are so hard, beautiful in a strange way, but very hard on everyone involved.

Anyway, been an awesome cat, this was his 3rd and final visit to the vets in all those years, I wanted to bring him home and bury him but we opted for a cremation as if I had bought him homey retriever would have dug him up most likely.

Tabby you were an awesome little cat, rest well kitty!.

Wanted to share part of my morning forest walk with the dogs, for some reason when I changed my phone to landscape it didn't record as I wanted it to and so because it is a natural video I posted as is so call me a retards or whatever.

I have 2 dogs, the goldadore is a complete hunter and the huntaway cross(just recovering from a double arthroscopy) is more the intelligent, playful one. It's very unusual that they actually go off and do stuff together so I was quite surprised to see them come back with each other, obedience normally is out of the window when they have a scent. The big goldadore (41kg) should have been either a sniffer dog or a gun dog. The huntaway used to have 3 hours of frisbee a day, he can't ever do that again. So it is nice to see him starting to come around to finding other things to do.

Anyway, hope you're all having a good Monday. This is why I feel good on a Monday, out in nature!.

This is one of my boys, he's 2.5 years old. I stupidly deleted a complete folder of photos which had some of my favorite images of the dogs.

He's a goldie cross red lab 40.7kg of pure muscle, loves to hunt, swim and many other things, can't put too much info on his other traits as he's very well known for them locally.
My other dog is 3.5 and is a hunt away cross collie, both have 3 hours off lead exercise a day usually and are raw fed.
I hope you enjoy the image.