I totally feel you on that. But I don't mean porn, unless you want me to. God, Deena, your co-worker ruined that for me. Cause now in my head I hear some doofus talking about saying that to Actual Black People.
'War Stories'
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I would go traipsing through the wooded area behind our house and a neighbor's basset hound would follow and then lead me home.
This is possibly the most adorable mental picture evAH.
It sounds like a Berkeley Breathed story, doesn't it?
The combination of sleepwalking stories and walking out the door stories are freaking me out. Ellie started sleepwalking a few nights ago. Thankfully, she can't open the doors yet.
t glares at Ellie
No sleepwalking, Missy!
Oops, meant to post that in natter.
I would go traipsing through the wooded area behind our house and a neighbor's basset hound would follow and then lead me home.
One of my friends had a doberman nanny. His mom would put him in the front yard without a care and the dog would keep him from crawling or walking off.
I had a dachsund nanny named Danger. He was my aunt's dog. He would even keep bugs off me.
Have we found that pause button for the planet yet, so that I can get my shit together?
This, please.
Ooo, Cash! Too scary.
Hey, the world needs chaotic neutral too.
The dog nannies sound adorable.
I was a polite enough kid that I often told my mother where I was going. Sometimes it took her a while to put "to see Daddy" and "out beyond the breakers" together, but my legs were very short. I did get returned from sitting in the middle of the street playing once too. But I'm not sure what the mechanism for us being watched was.
Like Good Dog Carl: [link]