I'm glad the poor puppy had a good home while he was alive.
Just got off the phone with my brother. I'm sure y'all have heard this before, but I love the conversations we have. Defining hope, nihilism, biological imperitives, logic. Adding 70 horsepower to his car, racing at 170 mph, Talledega races next weekend. He's SO interesting. And when I'm down on myself, he champions me, which makes no sense, but he loves me. I'm so lucky.
Nails done.
Sad news from a friend, but she's doing ok (early miscarrige.) She's already looking to the future in the positive. She laughed at my
oh fuck
response, so I guess that's good.
Dogs and dogs living together!
Aimee, sometimes that image of you giving the accidental bird is all that gets me through the day, baby. I love that story.
Oh yes. So very much this.
Oh Nora, the poor puppy story is so sad.
That's terrible about the puppy.
Sara, is he adding horsepower to his normal driving car? I've been on the receiving end of a number of those "conversations" since my partner in crime bought a new car, that evidently needs hella tweaking.
Dude. Beer goggles not only exist, but you can even calculate their effect.
Dammit, and now that damn Duchovny commercial with the shelter dogs comes on and makes me cry.
That shelter commercial kills me every time. I am such a dog person.
Nora, I'm so sorry about the puppy! Your poor friend.
sarameg, it's good that your friend is feeling optimistic. It's so hard to go through a miscarriage.
I love "Brandy"! It's on a tape in my car right now, as a matter of fact. Poor Looking Glass. A one-hit wonder.
Sara, is he adding horsepower to his normal driving car?
Yeah. Well, if you call it normal. Basically tweaking various settings. Keep in mind, in his car? A laptop sits in the passenger footwell that plays with various stuff that I don't get. It's (I think) a nissan Z of some vintage with multiple mods. He does the work on it himself. He was especially pleased that after a little race on the freeway at 170 mph with a brand new porche of some gumption, his 4 turbo exhaust thingies (um, my term) were glowing red. Apparently that's a good thing.
Maybe your partner in crime needs to talk to my brother. He laughs that I probably understand 40% of what he says, but it's the enthusiasm that entertains me. Basically, it all translates to
FUCKING AWESOME FAST!
to me....
I wonder if it is something the breed is prone to or just coincidence.
Actually, it's not coincidence. Goldens are prone to cancer; my sister's last two dogs, both goldens, died of cancer. When she took the second one to the canine oncologist, she was told that Thursdays, which were chemo day, were known at the clinic as "Golden Day".
Dalmatians are born deaf; St. Bernards have eye problems; Alsatians get displasia; and goldens get cancer. It's a hazard of purebred dog lines. Me, I'm happy my last dog was a mix; his only real medical issue was an allergy to fleas and occasional anal gland infections.
That said, any story about losing a puppy is incredibly sad. Poor puppy!
