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Looking for info on rugs safavieh, home dynamix rugs, oriental area rug, gabbeh persian rugs and more?

So, I just moved back home to help my mom with some stuff around the house because she’s getting older. I noticed when I first got here about a month ago that her pets (long haired dachshund, persian cat) had a few fleas. I bathed the dog and put a treatment on both (Hartz Ultra Guard Pro) but, they seemed to be getting worse. I obviously can’t bathe the cat without losing a finger and I live in a small town with no groomers.
Well, it gets better. My mom is allergic to some chemical that is in most bug sprays, foggers, etc. and she’s somewhat of a pack rat and has furniture to big for the rooms its in just because it was a granmothers or whatever (hence the moving home to help with stuff around the house). So, even if I got her out of the house to bomb it, it would take me a month or more to wipe down every knick knack and whatever else she has collected over the years.
I did some research and found diatomaceous earth. I ordered a huge back from Amazon and went to sprinkling. I put it on the rugs, on the floors, in the pets bedding, and on the pets. I let it stay over night and vaccuum it up in the mornings and repeat.
Today, I walked into the front of the house in a room that we never use and within a minute had fleas on my ankles. so I immediately ran to the store and bought bengal flea spray in a purple container and sprayed the room down but, I will have to go wash the room down later or my mom won’t be able to go in there without a hive breaking out.
I know they spread fast but geez! I’m at a loss because of my circumstances with the allergy and stuff in the way keeping me from fogging. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Hopefully, someone out there has some expierence with some awesome suggestion.

Help. Me.
I have two 6ft rugs, one is one of those extremely heavy turnouts for those cold winter nights, you know the ones that don’t need to be layered at all because they are soo heavy and cosy! How can I wash this? I want to HAND WASH it, I’m not bringing them to the laundrette and I can’t possibly fit them into my washing machine :/

Also, I have another lighter turnout rug, which is just used for cold nights in the stable, its no where near as heavy as the other one, but still needs washed badly!

How can I wash them both? and insure they are dried! I don’t want them going all smelly and stuff like wet clothes do if you leave them out D: eww.

So yeah, Please help guys!
Thankyouuuu

yes i know its a little long, but it is definitely worth a read

here it is:

Without love, without respect
he came for me.
I remember every second;
a crystal clear picture in my mind,
as if it was yesterday.
I lay on the ground,
ear to the smooth wood,
trying to hear the voices that speak in hushed tones,
just past my bedroom door.
The night goes on.
There were footsteps, and then a knock.
“Take her,” were the words of my father;
his last words to me, the very last.
Not a sound came out of my mouth.
I understood what was going to happen to me:
it was time.

He pushed me through the door,
my stubby fingers reaching for your hand,
but it was too far.
Your cries ring out;
they pierce through the air.
A slap,
and the cries heard no longer.
Tears form crystals on your cheeks,
they drop down your face,
onto the silk blouse you hold so dear to your heart.
They stand out like splotches of paint
on a piece of blank white paper.

I left you that night,
I left everything:
the warmth of my bed as I slipped under the covers each night,
the sizzling of fried eggs
and the drip drop of the coffee brewing in the mornings,
the friendly smell of the house as I stepped through the door.
Your face was the last thing I saw in that house.
Not the mailbox carved into the door,
or the full-length mirror that hung on the wall.
But you, my last memory.

Now a new home waits for me
to return to the safety of its shelter every day.
It waits for me to come home,
to walk on its tile floors
that send shivers up my spine.
It waits for me to use its kitchen,
and sleep in its beds,
to gaze out its windows,
and enjoy the comfort of the living room
as I talk to family and friends.
But I do not enjoy it.
I do not enjoy my life here.
I do not enjoy the constant thoughts buzzing through my head;
wondering when I will get out,
wondering if I will get out.

The rugs lay waiting for me,
ready to comfort my fall
when the fire ignites inside of him.
I make a mistake, and bam!
A slap hits me hard across the face.
I want to stop it, but I am afraid.
I am afraid of what he will do to me;
it might only make matters worse.
I am reminded of you;
of the days when I was a child.
I watched you toil and sweat
From dusk ‘til dawn,
never without a smile between those full, rose-colored cheeks.
But when he came home
and stepped through those doors,
tears streamed down your face;
they streamed down mine.
I could do nothing.
I could say nothing.
Those were the rules.

For years on end I have lived this life,
like an ignored servant girl
waiting for her master to call for her.
I didn’t even smile as I walked down the aisle.
I frowned, dreading the moment
when I would become his slave,
the wedding bells masked by the sound
of an auctioneer’s gavel hitting the podium
after a sale has been made.

The kitchen window never goes a day without
staring at the eyes of a daydreamer,
who peers out through the thick film of dirt
that has formed on the window-pane over the years.
I dream of the day when I can leave this place;
The walls concealing me from the world
just outside the door.
Things are happening,
The times are changing.
He can’t keep me in here forever.
For years I have waited for you,
I have waited for you to come.
You have not come yet.
But I will find you.
Yes momma, that is my promise.
To find my way back to your loving arms,
to the smell of your perfume
as I wake up each morning,
your comforting words ready to shower down on me
in times of trouble and despair.

Now I stand here with you,
holding your hand as the sun sets,
the pearly white gates shining in the distance
that will forever welcome people into their home.
I have found you momma,
I have found you.
And I will never let you go again.

yes i know its a little long, but it is definitely worth a read

here it is:

Without love, without respect
he came for me.
I remember every second;
a crystal clear picture in my mind,
as if it was yesterday.
I lay on the ground,
ear to the smooth wood,
trying to hear the voices that speak in hushed tones,
just past my bedroom door.
The night goes on.
There were footsteps, and then a knock.
“Take her,” were the words of my father;
his last words to me, the very last.
Not a sound came out of my mouth.
I understood what was going to happen to me:
it was time.

He pushed me through the door,
my stubby fingers reaching for your hand,
but it was too far.
Your cries ring out;
they pierce through the air.
A slap,
and the cries heard no longer.
Tears form crystals on your cheeks,
they drop down your face,
onto the silk blouse you hold so dear to your heart.
They stand out like splotches of paint
on a piece of blank white paper.

I left you that night,
I left everything:
the warmth of my bed as I slipped under the covers each night,
the sizzling of fried eggs
and the drip drop of the coffee brewing in the mornings,
the friendly smell of the house as I stepped through the door.
Your face was the last thing I saw in that house.
Not the mailbox carved into the door,
or the full-length mirror that hung on the wall.
But you, my last memory.

Now a new home waits for me
to return to the safety of its shelter every day.
It waits for me to come home,
to walk on its tile floors
that send shivers up my spine.
It waits for me to use its kitchen,
and sleep in its beds,
to gaze out its windows,
and enjoy the comfort of the living room
as I talk to family and friends.
But I do not enjoy it.
I do not enjoy my life here.
I do not enjoy the constant thoughts buzzing through my head;
wondering when I will get out,
wondering if I will get out.

The rugs lay waiting for me,
ready to comfort my fall
when the fire ignites inside of him.
I make a mistake, and bam!
A slap hits me hard across the face.
I want to stop it, but I am afraid.
I am afraid of what he will do to me;
it might only make matters worse.
I am reminded of you;
of the days when I was a child.
I watched you toil and sweat
From dusk ‘til dawn,
never without a smile between those full, rose-colored cheeks.
But when he came home
and stepped through those doors,
tears streamed down your face;
they streamed down mine.
I could do nothing.
I could say nothing.
Those were the rules.

For years on end I have lived this life,
like an ignored servant girl
waiting for her master to call for her.
I didn’t even smile as I walked down the aisle.
I frowned, dreading the moment
when I would become his slave,
the wedding bells masked by the sound
of an auctioneer’s gavel hitting the podium
after a sale has been made.

The kitchen window never goes a day without
staring at the eyes of a daydreamer,
who peers out through the thick film of dirt
that has formed on the window-pane over the years.
I dream of the day when I can leave this place;
The walls concealing me from the world
just outside the door.
Things are happening,
The times are changing.
He can’t keep me in here forever.
For years I have waited for you,
I have waited for you to come.
You have not come yet.
But I will find you.
Yes momma, that is my promise.
To find my way back to your loving arms,
to the smell of your perfume
as I wake up each morning,
your comforting words ready to shower down on me
in times of trouble and despair.

Now I stand here with you,
holding your hand as the sun sets,
the pearly white gates shining in the distance
that will forever welcome people into their home.
I have found you momma,
I have found you.
And I will never let you go again.

Hello,
My family recently got what was an 8 week old Newfoundland puppy, which is now 10 weeks old. As most puppies do, she bites, bites, and bites. Anything she sees she has to go try to chew on it. This includes hands, fingers, legs, feet, shoes, rugs, the couch, metal table legs, small lawn decorations, and recently, my 2 year old nephew has become a giant chew toy that runs around. Basically anything you could think of, she tries to chew it. I know it’s a puppy thing, but we are concerned for the safety of my nephew and the safety of the dog. We don’t want her hurting herself trying to chew something made of metal. We have plenty of chew toys for her and those satisfy her chewing habits about half the time. The other half she is running around chewing on things that we don’t think are healthy for her (i.e. the metal table legs, or potted plants, etc). I understand that in time she will lose her puppy teeth but I’m afraid that if we don’t discipline her in a correct fashion, and she continues to bite, she will continue to bite on our hands and legs and whatnot when she is an older dog. I’m looking for advice from EXPERIENCED PET OWNERS AND TRAINERS please. I would like some advice on the situation, like correct ways of discipline, how to handle her chewing. Also, please if you wouldn’t mind giving some information about training her, what age? what to teach? how to correctly perform positive reinforcement? Thank you so much!

Im soo bored waiting for my friend to get her ass here so we can go riding -_- So I thought I’d do this little poll.
What breed,height,age and sex is your horse?
Excels in?
Week point?
Improvement?
Funny thing?
Annoying thing?
Trick?

This is mine/
Blossom:
-14.2hh Haflinger. 9yro mare. 
-She excels in: SJ and XC. -Week Point: flying change.  
-Improvmet: dressage. 

-Funny thing: sticks her tongue out after eating treat.  
-Annoying point: knocks rugs of her door -_-  
-Trick: lifts her feet up when she sees the hoof pick in my hand hehe.  

Mason:
-15.2 thoroughbredX.  12yro gelding. 
-Excels in: hunting and showing. 

-Week point: going through water. 

-Improvement: stamina.
-Funny thing: when our phone goes of he neighs. 
-Annoying point:rolls when he has a new rug.
-Trick: he’ll open his mouth when he sees the bridle. 

I share my home with 4 cats and while I love them dearly, every inch of my house feels like it is covered with cat hair. And the cat hair gets like embedded in the fibers of my clothes, rugs, and blankets. I buy lint rollers in bulk but I feel like as soon as I buy them they’re out and I need more. Does anybody have any tricks for battling the cat hair?

rugs, lamps, cute stuff like that? i’m 14 and want to redo my room a little, I like the look of hollister alot, and I want my room sorta like that, only more bright and beachy, yet sophisticated. PLEASE HELP ME

thanks:)

I’ve just bought a 15.2hh Welsh Section D! He’s my first horse and he didn’t come with any rugs, so I need to buy them all! He’ll be stabled at night and out during the day.

I plan to buy: two fleeces, a show fleece, a medium weight stable rug, a lightweight turnout and a mediumweight turnout rug.

Will he be warm enough?

A little over six months ago, my golden retriever of eleven years passed away, leaving her best bud, our five year old pug alone. Our pug seemed very depressed and mopy, and we all missed the fun of two dogs, so we decided to get another. After doing some research, we picked a Shiba Inu puppy. When she arrived, our pug seemed to be happy with his new playmate, but quickly things turned bad. She is now 6 months old and is torturing our pug, guests, and ruining our house. She has dug out pieces of the wall and doors, destroyed our dining room table legs, and destroyed two rugs. She also gets overly excited when the family or visitors come into her room. She begins to jump frantically and nip at everyone hands. We know she is just playing, but it can be very painful and she has actually taken a small bite out of my hand. The worst has happened recently. After she got spayed, she started to viciously attack our pug. They used to play bite and it seemed for the most part our pug liked it, but now it has turned very aggressive. She now backs him into corners and viciously pulls at his cheeks and neck, causing him to bleed on several occasions. The fights have turned into serious dog fights and it is next to impossible to break them up without being hurt. She fights him over the littlest things as she is very aggressive and territorial. A piece of food on the floor, a toy that she wants, etc. She even attacks him if he comes too close to one of us, or if we pet our pug when she doesn’t want it to happen. It has turned very bad over the last few weeks, and we do not want to have a dog who will be a liability, because if she is this aggressive now, who’s to say she won’t bite a human? Please offer any advice or help! We love our little shiba, but she is really causing terror in our house. It is the middle of winter, and our short hair chubby pug who hates the cold now refuses to come inside due to fear or being around the shiba. Should we find another one dog home for the shiba, or implement training? PLEASE HELP

I bought these 2 rugs from IKEA they look great but I have "rug hair" all over my house. My mother told me to take them to laundrymat and throw them in the big washers. But the rugs say dry clean….they are made out of …..
Pile 100% New Wool
Base fabric 100% polypropylene

Can I wash these or will dry cleaning help them to stop shedding?

the owner of the company I work for lives in San Diego and he is looking for the best runner rugs, would you recommend a specific place or web site?

I have a step dad who really doesn’t care about anyone or anything my mom married him when i was 6 months old she hates him now before they got married he lied to her and was a phony about everything
i have 4 older brothers but are now older and grown up i am turning 14 this month we had a family emergency with my grandmother and he was the only one here and i went with my mother one of my brothers picked me up from there and dropped me off at home and when i got home the house was a horrible mess there was poop all over the house from the animals our rabbits had no water for a long time the furniture was in a pile up at the tv there was stains all over the house i was gone a month and nobody had vacuumed since all of the other animals had no food when i got home i cleaned and cleaned and cleaned he never even said thank you for anything when i got home he never said anything to me and i never even saw him for a month and i got home he was eating a peaic of steak with his bare hands he wont let anyone turn the heat up passed 60 and i am freezing at night and day plus im sick my mom cry s every day thinking about it but she cant come home i cleaned there bathroom and my step dad had poop all over the toilet i cleaned IT he never said anything to me about it i scrubbed all the rugs i have done so much and he hasn’t said a word to me and while i am cleaning right after he turns it right back into a mess again i move the furniture back and he puts it back up to the tv everyday he comes home eats makes a mess in the house and then lays on his back and watches tv any time he gets food he will hide it like last night i came in the kitchen and every light was out i couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face i turn a light on hes on the couch eating ice cream he does that all the time i know what your all thinking why doesn’t his mom leave him well she cant we have no money at all only he does and he doesn’t even make enough to pay the bills or anything we just have a nice land lord but hes getting sick of us being short on rent so we might be getting kicked out please is there something we can do is this really abuse please help us

thanks for reading

Evan Harris
and also she is not affraid of him at all he is more scared of her plus the A i want you to shut up my mom is the best mother anyone can have and if everyone of you think that we arnt able to eat we are able to and we buy stuff to its just that when he buys stuff he hides it and i get child support every month so we get a little bit but not enough to live on

I am living about 40 mins or so, from the Jummah I attend, and I know there are many places to go to jummah around here, but I get so shy. Anyways, I went to one of the masjid’s web sites, and saw that this masjid, actually hold jummah, in a huge prayer hall,( do to huge overflow that their tiny place cannot handle. I never was to their tiny storefront like masjid, although I wanted to, I shyed away.
but today, since I am living near them, I wen to their website and saw they hold Jummah in a place down the road from them.

Well, I was very impressed.
With everything from the rugs to the wide variety of people their, to the Imam’s Kuhtbah.

As we were all walking out( one way for all of us, which was very unusual for me) at my masjid, we have separate entrances and exits, and a completely separate prayer room)

I have never, ever, see an Imam, look at everyone who passed by going out, and seeing the bothers shaking his hand. I looked up at him and said " Salam Alaikum", and he replied. I felt really good about that.

Do you guy usually shake hands and greet your Imam, as you leave the gamma?
Sisters- do u say your salaams to your Imam?

This was all new to me.

I loved it!

The masjid I attend just got a new Imam, who’s actually been leading the prayers and doing sunday Quran and tasfir class-for three hours ever week. He’s American. But were we go, our interation,especiallyy us sisters, has been very minimal with anyone but other sisters.I have no idea if this will change with our new Imam.

My son stayed home from school today and wanted to attend Jummah, and he was really happy he did.. ( where we go, it’s mostly Pakistani)- there, it is a very wide range of people.
It was all really wonderful.
There were guys like my son, in jeans and hoodies, to men in suits, to others guys dressed in the sunna.