Mostly though I'm thinking of a bestselling book titled: The Dog's Approach To Mental Health.
Chapter 1: If it's stinky it's good!
Chapter 2: If it's not food don't worry about it.
Chapter 3: Walkies! Yay!
Oh my god! How did you get ahold of Bartleby's outline?
He's considering litigation. Be warned.
Seems like you're missing the Sniffing section, but otherwise good theory.
Chapter 4: You're scratching my tummy: I love you sooooo much!
Chapter 1: If it's stinky it's good!
Chapter 2: If it's not food don't worry about it.
Chapter 3: Walkies! Yay!
Chapter 4: Jumping up on people and pawing them in the crotch is fun!
So, the next time my MIL sends me a care package with the UK version of Midol that contains codeine, do you want me send a box your way?
My MIL never sent me anything as useful as codeine. She did send me some pretty appalling jewelry made of shells, though.
My MiL sends me grief. Her latest email? "...loved the pictures. Emma is so beautiful and petite. How lucky that she got Joe's metabolism and will grow up instead of out.
You and I will envy her lots!
"
W.T.F???
That's healthy like a thing that's not.
Whoa. *I* want to smack her and I don't even know your mil.
Instead, she should be saying things like,
Bless you my child for taking the risk of bring my progeny's progeny into the world and raising her to be a credit to her clan.
Sheesh.
I had to just laugh, ya know?
Hits Aimee's MIL with the cluestick.
Ummm......okay. How does one even respond to that?? It reminds me of when my sister was talking about her youngest daughter, "She looks so much like you. She's my ugly little baby."
W.T.F??
Ah, cheerful MIL bonding. Isn't it all so jolly?
Not.