well, what I can say about the one here is that they took x-rays of percy with out putting him under. very impressive , because his regular vet can't do that.
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
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That is impressive. I'm not sure I am going to be able to get Ozzie in a crate without bloodshed, but since he still hisses at me when I get within 5 feet, I may need to try.
What the hell did he do when the PBJ song came on? This is boggling my mind.
I am not sure, since they were in the other room, but I think he started growling, which made Perkins the cat attack him. By the time it got to this room, he was the agressor, but then they went back in the other room, and I think Ozzie won.
I think Ozzie won.
No. I think he who doesn't have to go to the vet, wins.
Hope Ozzie gets a clean (but very crazy) bill of health, Perkins.
Heh. I meant to say I thought Perkins the cat won.
Poor psychotic kitty....
Emily doesn't like sandwiches.
My SISTAH!!!
I'm crankypants this morning. The baby woke up before I was ready to, so I brought him downstairs and asked my DH, who was already up, to watch him for a bit while I finished up sleeping. I just wanted one day where I woke up when I was done sleeping, rather than on babytime, so that I didn't spend the whole day thinking about how I could get more sleep.
Naturally, DH's version of watching the baby involved leaving him in the playpan, unchanged, by himself, so that he cried until I got up.
I really didn't want to turn into one of "those mothers" who doesn't let the father near the kid, but I may be on that path this morning.
Naturally, DH's version of watching the baby involved leaving him in the playpan, unchanged, by himself, so that he cried until I got up.
I really didn't want to turn into one of "those mothers" who doesn't let the father near the kid, but I may be on that path this morning.
In such circumstances, I would become one of the mothers who force-feed soiled diapers to the fathers of their children.
Tell me I would not be alone in that.
Tell me I would not be alone in that.
Absolutely not! Poor Raq!
I'm trying to decide how to schedule my day today. Emily won't be up for a while, so I'm going to try to get to the grocery store before she wakes up, then make cinnamon rolls for breakfast. It would probably be pretty quiet at the store right now, so I should just go. But, I'm moving slowly.