No this post title does not refer to not-my-dog, who does in fact still live in my house. We’ve sort of decided that we’re not his owners, we’re his managers, at least for the time being. That’s all we’ll commit to. Go re-read his whole long, tragic history and you’ll understand my reluctance to calling [...]
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Not-my-dog still lives here. And he still has a bum ankle. It’s really pathetically sad to watch 103 pounds of yellow Lab limp around sadly. Especially when said Lab gives you the “this foot would hurt so much less if you’d only share your cookie” look. So, despite the fact that he’s not officially my dog, [...] Like, does your 20 minutes on the elliptical still count as exercise if you follow it up with a caramel-pecan sticky bun? And why does Abby now need to get into our bed at 4:00 in the morning? Follow-up: when will it end?? Follow-up follow-up: When will she learn to be a better sleeper? This has [...] There’s this dog. Really he’s a tragedy. His official, AKC name is Bartholomew J. Simpson. (We call him Simpson or Simmy for short.) He’s had 4 owners so far in his life. The first one died tragically, the second one died tragically, the third – you guessed it – died, and the last was away [...] |
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