Spike ,'Get It Done'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Their undercoats seemed to come off in about three days, so just running your hand over them yielded fistfulls of the stuff.
Yup. That's exactly it. Except there's so much that it's much longer than three days.
Not planning on knitting anything, though.
She's Husky and Rott, so some pretty solidly built breeds
Oooh. Gorgeous I bet.
I was once whinging in the dog park about Barteby's shedding. Not minor, in my experience, but definitely short in length. A Husky having friend smirked,"Beej, what you need is a little thing called perspective," and ran his fingers through her hair, literally pulling up a small cat's worth. I shut my piehole.
eta: fixed for wonky link
Beej, I think the link needs fixing. The point, however, is perfect.
Signed, Used to Have a Husky
Bartleby! Lucy! Cute puppers!
Well, since you asked: [link]
I'm in love! What a great face. She's all, "Hey there! This is my snake. Isn't it great?" and "I am meesteeeriuus behind my drape, no?" So cute.
Well, we had Chris's party (I disremember if I talked about it here or in Bitches). None of the peanut/tree nut kids had an allergic reaction. Nobody got injured. Nobody cried. Nobody got lost. Nobody threw up. And? It's over. I'm calling that a win.
That sounds like a win. As does Kat's trip to Ikea. I love Ikea, too! But only when I go alone. This is what I have discovered about me and overwhelming places -- I can really only deal with them at my own pace, whatever that may be at the moment.
And I agree with Allyson and Wired on the capitalization issue.
Hee. The last picture in that set - I had it as my wallpaper on my work computer for a while. But that's exactly the look she gives me when she wants to go for a walk. I had to change it, because I kept looking at it and feeling guilty.
Cats shed a helluva lot this time of year (brushing both just a bit last night produced a ball I could compress to pingpong size) but you don't peel off layers they way dogs do when they blow a coat. It's amazing to me. You'd think they'd go bald.
Ah yes, I know well the 5 stares of death that Bartleby gives me. They are:
Oh, and there is the "I know not of what you speak." look that generally follows him jumping off the bed he's not supposed to get on without permission and him picking up (he thinks) edible something on the street, and trotting ahead of me so that I can't seem him chew it.
And the "Really. I couldn't help myself. I HAD to eat the entire 2 lb. package of pita bread you left at eye level. It was MY level! What could I do? You, know...any jury in the world would go with ME on this one. Still? I feel bad. For reals."
