With any luck you can blame this on your Brother!
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.
In non-terrifying news, I heard noise in the kitchen and ran in to find my dog had gotten the drumstick bone out of the garbage.
It was quite a stand-off. I had the bone in one hand and her collar in the other as I tried to extract the bone from her mouth. She rose up on her hind feet as I tugged, glaring at me with primal rage, and gnawing furiously trying to get whatever turkey goodness she could before her inevitable submission.
She is now tromping around the house in a bit of a tiff. She's rubbing her head on furniture to get the turkey off her muzzle. It's pretty much hysterical.
It was quite a stand-off. I had the bone in one hand and her collar in the other as I tried to extract the bone from her mouth. She rose up on her hind feet as I tugged, glaring at me with primal rage, and gnawing furiously trying to get whatever turkey goodness she could before her inevitable submission.Poor Dallas. She was so close to having her own Thanksgiving feast...
Well, she got the knucle-y part that won't kill her. She had her party.
That pup is kinda suicidal, you know?
If my heart would start beating and not racing right now, that'd be good.
This is, what, the fourth time she's tried to do herself in?
Chocolate, Anti Depressants, Hair dye, Turkey Bone...
Kid has issues.
t stares sternly at Cassie's heart
t gets distracted by Cassie's tits
Cry for help, hon. Cry for help.
Or a makeover?
There is a difference?
Waterproof mascara.
I am freaking out still. I think I am going to install a Nephlet cam so I can always know he's okay. Except, of course, when he isn't. Which is not ever going to be allowed again. Ever.
Its a reasonable thing to get freaked out over, imho.