I'm going to go meet the dog Saturday.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Huh. My dad always told me that Karma Chameleon was number one when I was born, but it turns out it was Lets Dance by David Bowie. Both good tunes, obviously.
Suddenly feels very, VERY old.
Whoever stole my motivation better give it back. I need it!
No, no, no. Give it to me. I need motivation. Mine took off so long ago, I don't think it remembers where home is.
Kristin, I think my motivation may have taken off with yours. Hope they are having fun.
Sad news on the doggy front. My sister and parents took Darcy to the fancy surgeon vet and he did not have good news. He said he could fix her, but she would still be paralyzed from the neck down. No way for a mountain dog to live. She had 3 of her loved ones with her. RIP Darcy. A picture of her in happier days on her dock in Otter Lake. [link]
I'm sorry, Laura. That's so sad. {{Laura and family}}
Aw. Bless Darcy and all who loved and were wagged at by her.
I'm sorry, Laura. And one last "Good Girl, Darcy".
{{{Laura}}}
That's a shame. I'm so sorry.