I have eaten a whopping amount of crow over the last year. I know I swore up and down that never ever would I have a dog again. NEVER!!!!!!
Then I get a dog. And its a dog I actually love. I actually kind of brag about him a little bit to people. And I have just a teeny little bit become one of those icky dog people that would actually die saving their 'fur baby' from a ledge on a cliff, or jump into a raging swirling river to save their 'booboo', or fight a herd of bears off of 'cup cake', risking life and limb.
Or, here's a real story....my brother has a special little something by the name of Le Fleur. Well, Specialness apparently developed allergies. I don't know what to, I unfortunately kind of zoned out at that part of the conversation. Well, long story short, after trying various food combinations, they ended up having to buy a very expensive food made from.....Feathers! Yup!!! Google it! (sorry Stan if you are reading this)
Well I am not that person. At least not really. I do have a few choice nicknames for him that I shan't repeat here. I do have some pride.
But....today was a busy day for me. I am still entering bloody Kiwanis radio auction listings. The house was silent so I could concentrate. After about an hour a certain sound penetrated my brain. And that sound was (were?) two dogs (I have Emma right now too) huffing out huge sighs. I turned around to take a look and four big huge sad doggie eyes were staring at me reproachfully. Ah fer jeez!!!
Walkies wanted. Pees please. Snacks were actually foremost in their minds. It never ends. And nothing can make you feel more guilty than your 'fur baby' (shovel list) staring at you with big googly eyes, sighing, adding in the occasional little whiny whimper. I made them wait. I don't love them THAT much. TTYL
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