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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi) @UCb1iQ_mlC4511dyc63tK6kQ@youtube.com

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in the future - u will be able to do some more stuff here,,,!! like pat catgirl- i mean um yeah... for now u can only see others's posts :c

Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 10 hours ago

I need help naming this super hero, she swooped in and saved me from myself. She wanted no payment except some cheese and a scratch behind her ears. IDEAS:
1. CHORRO - cheesy Zorro
2. Lactose Lad
3. Whey Bae
4. Pawmesan Prowler
5. Lord Cheddarfury, the guardian of the melt
6. CURD
7.. The Dairy Dingleberry

Got any others?

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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 2 days ago

Let’s play a game, can you guess which pic is a borzoi with a mammoth carrot on its head and which is a Parasaurolophus. FUN FACT: The Parasaurolophus’s crest that was used to make sounds to communicate with other members of its herd. The crest could make a b-flat sound - my question is, who was the ballsy mofo who picked up that fatty ahh tube fossil and started playing beethoven’s symphony no. 4 in b flat. You just know these lizards be honking at each other all the time, while fighting, doing the vertical mambo (I doubt they laid down), dancing - there’s a reason they were eaten so often and it’s cause they were annoying. Like sugar rush kid with a kazoo annoying. Like the jealous woman at baby shower with new year’s whistle. Or like a guy on cràck trying to play the Didgeridoo.

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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 4 days ago

I know the dubious tendrils of holiday capitalism are probing your every weakness right now, but if you have a snoot lover in your family please consider some of our questionably designed but reasonably priced merchandise. I think this mug is my favorite, actually I know it is - they say don’t play favorites but I do. All proceeds go to the “Sad Horses Enjoy Energy Treats Fund United” or SHEETFU for short. Links are on profile. Make a sad horse happy today with energy treats.

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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 6 days ago

You spend 3-8% of your waking hours with your eyes closed- mostly because of blinking. What happens in this time is what concerns me. Reality renders. Atoms split. Borzois unfurl and refurl (not a word but should be) their extra appendages. One could assume that dogs experience their lives 7 times faster than us, so a blink is 3 full seconds of shenanigans; in three seconds 12 babies are born, billionaires earn 700+ dollars, you can make a life changing decision or even fall in love. A borzoi can circumvent the world in 3 seconds. Most do. Others have a game of chess, or sniff every inch of your skin. That’s how they stay ahead of you, seemingly know your thoughts before you have them. They manipulate you in your blinks, making you think of how generous you are with your coagulated milk products.

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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 1 week ago

SNOOT ADORNMENTS VERSION 2
1. Embroidered snoot doily
2. Lacy and racy
3. Graffiti - colorful
4. Graffiti - Simple
5. War Paint

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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 2 weeks ago

Due to Daylight SAVING time the stream today might be different for you (here in AZ we don’t change). It’ll be 9:30AM MST which is now 8:30AM PST. I hate math and the whole concept of this outdated protocol.

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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 2 weeks ago

CALEN PARKIN always wanted to pilot an AT-AT besides being severely nearsighted and afraid of heights and trees. Today was his first day. “FIRE!” He screeched, the gunner gave him a worried look. BANG. Another shot rang out from the heavy cannon, scorching trees and grass alike. “It’s a miss, sir” the gunner said sinking into his black pleather chair. “DAMN EWOKS!!” Calen ground his gloved fist into the dashboard, as small heat signals dispersed into the forest on the monitor. “I should have stayed on the farm, listened to my old man and whelped Tookas, I was good at that.” LURCH. Alarms rang out as the AT-AT STALLED and began to lie down? What in the rings of Minfar was happening!? Calen exited the vehicle on the forest floor. It appeared to be writhing in pain, chunking up huge piles dirt with its gargantuan foot pads. “It’s possessed!” Cried a stormtrooper, as Calen took off his glove and rested it on the giant metal abdomen. His eyes widened. “GET ME SOME ENGINE LUBRICANT.” His confused gunner did as he said. Calen spent 3 hours with the beast, and through a cacophony of screeching metal and bursting rubber, he helped give birth to 9 infant AT-ATs. He sat in a pile of gasoline and broken parts holding the cooing gray baby. “You made it boy, you’re ok…. They’re alive, I never knew they were alive.”

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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 3 weeks ago

I had a dream that I was designing a borzoi in a Balder’s Gate style character customization screen. It was obvious that I had recreated Ora, but at the end of the options was a “Snoot Adornment.” I spent some time flipping through them then I woke up- I tried to recreate as many of the things I saw (I’m sure it’s not dream perfect). They all had weird names too, like “Crop Circles” and “Ancient One.” I wish I remembered them all.

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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 3 weeks ago

Most mornings I’ll find Vlooby in the living room sitting like a periscope with his s-foils locked in attack position. In this way he sort of looks like a bear? It’s obvious that something in the yard interests him- enough to activate his upper half while his lower remains in repose. Truly there are only a few things that get him up with any sort of urgency (excluding the calls of nature): morning snoot pets, Trader Joe’s smoked chicken treats, and his mortal enemy - skunks. Everything else must be inspected, via periscope, until the threat level can be assessed. I have a feeling, he just identifies whether or not the target is a skunk. I have no idea why he hates them so much. Their spray does nothing to stop him. Locked in. Luckily we have fewer skunks at this home, and we haven’t had to give him a peroxide and DAWN bath in a few years.

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Jacob Chattman (Esperborzoi)
Posted 4 weeks ago

SNORPLOCK HOLMES and the PHANTOM GOLFER

“Oh my dear Dogtor Watson, can’t you see the apparitions’s apparent condition without contrition about the infliction of such wounds of whenever the malediction was uttered was just a distraction!” “Was it a twin,” replied Watson. “It’s Never a twin!” Snapped Snorplock, “the only person who had any real motivation to destroy those bushes was… The Admiral!” “The War hero!? But why!” Snorplock paced, a Cheshire grin curling around his snoot - which took quite a minute. “Erythroxylum coca,” he finally said. Watson puzzled, “ a coke plant? He set up this whole scheme and murdered sweet old Mrs. Cook for a coke plant. It makes no sense!” “ SURE IT DOES, look around,” said SNORP with a flourish “His hip was mutilated from the war, pain medications are heavily regulated now and he had to seek a new source of relief, but it was beneath him to seek out any dubious means, so he aimed to destroy Mrs. Cook’s plants by defecating them to death and replacing them with coca. So he hired a mime from the local theater to dress as a ghost, he never intended for Mrs. Cook to have a heart attack!” “And why golf?” Asked Watson. “The admiral’s favorite sport, seems he too is not without a sense of DRAMA.” Snorplock turned, the Admiral walked up, clapping (somehow, that’s hard with paws) his snoot gun draw and cocked. “Bravo, Mr. Holmes,” he snorted.

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