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I once left my phone in the pocket of shorts I washed (before smart phones).  Put it in a bag of rice for a couple of weeks, worked fine after, but screen had a weird line on it.

100% Eric Janicki  
A close second is Regan Grimes. And at the height of his powers the 90s bodybuilder Gunter Schlierkamp never fails to get me going. 

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Nawin Wannvong

I still miss my Shadow.❤️

Lewis is the first hound dog I've ever had - he's a black and tan coonhound - and I will now always have a hound.  He's very friendly and loyal and active and handsome.  80 pound lap dog.
I also adore Saint Bernards.
 

I have got to stop reading this thread! I keep getting dehydrated.😪

I was given my first dog, a little black terrier mix, when I was 9 years old. She was an unclaimed stray, picked up by my father's cousin, the official dogcatcher in a small New England town, whom we happened to be visiting. We took her home and had had her for only a couple of weeks, when we realized she was pregnant; one night she gave birth to a litter of six puppies, underneath my bed. None of the pups looked like the mother, and within a month one of the surviving pups was bigger than she was. That began a stretch for me of seven decades of living with dogs.
I have owned all kinds of dogs, from purebred showdogs, purchased from top breeders in the dog show world, to mutts with unknown histories, adopted from a variety of public and private shelters. Their images ranged from a brace of sleek 75 lb. Greyhounds, to a blind old 10 lb Miniature Poodle. Their colors ranged from solid black to solid white, and all kinds of variations in between. I acquired them at various stages of their lives, from puppyhood to one 9 year old, whose elderly owners had died. No two had exactly the same temperament, but they all had their own lovable characteristics. They were as diverse as the men I have slept with.
Some dogs prefer their own beds, others would rather share yours. At one point I had to have a bed built to accommodate my partner and myself, and two adult Greyhounds, who liked the warmth of human companions on cold nights. My partner and I now sleep in separate rooms. During the day, our current canine companion usually positions himself somewhere he can keep track of both of us as we settle down or move around in the house, to make sure one of us can't leave without him knowing it. At night, he always starts the night in one of our beds, but at some time during the night he usually leaves and goes to the other's bed, and occasionally returns eventually to the first bed. We have never figured out how he decides where to start and when to move, because he has no discernible pattern, and never shows any particular favoritism to one of us or the other, except at mealtime (I feed him).
One of our elderly neighbors recently passed away suddenly, leaving a sweet old dog. Luckily, he had a friend who was willing to take her. Unfortunately, we are finally reaching the age when my spouse or both of us will probably end up in an assisted living facility (perhaps in the sky), so if he passes before then, I would be reluctant to get another dog. If we go first, however, we have nice younger gay neighbors who love our dog and would be happy to take him, so we have given them power of attorney to do so. If you have a loved companion animal, it is something that is worth thinking about when you are making legal arrangements.
 
 
 

Since my wife's passing in 2000, I have had 16 dogs and 13 have passed on.  Each passing was difficult but it only confirmed the wonderful relationship I had with the animal and I would not exchange that experience out of fear of sadness of their passing.  I can find myself smiling many years later thinking or recalling what one of them did.  Recalling how Bonehead got his name, or Holly humped my leg while my life and I tried to have some passionate time together.  Deciding not to have a pet is a personal decision but I continue to adopt not because I am not afraid of the inevitable passing ( at this point it is 50 50 as to who is going first) but rather for all the joy that is added to my life.  Without my dogs over these last 23 years, I do not know if I could have gotten through many of the personal difficulties and traumatic situations.  They have added so much and I would have missed all that if I allowed fear of loss to be the prime mover in my relationship with pertanimals.  Dogs can also be great due magnets in parks and elsewhere.  
So, if anyone out there is not adopting out of fear of loss, consider all there is to gain.  On the other had, if you are not willing to give your whole heart and sacrifice some of your own creature comforts (just this week I lost two comforters and a two pair of socks and the rest of a well chewed slipper)  then by all means, support the animals that you come across in your life from afar.