Kaylee ,'Shindig'
[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.
Ergh. The snack box is a pooch problem...well...not a problem for them so much.
Yesterday's doggy lama client was an 8 week old Labradoodle (killer cute and home just 3 hours) who has moved in with two cats. We spent some time devising aversion and segregation strategies.
It's a tough one.
Coincidentally, I sent a message to a friend this evening about how wonderful Bartleby has been lately. He always has been, but even 8.5 years into it, I love him more every day.
When we saw -t today we gave her hugs and love from everyone
Oh that's good to hear, beth.
Coincidentally, I sent a message to a friend this evening about how wonderful Bartleby has been lately. He always has been, but even 8.5 years into it, I love him more every day.
I said earlier today that even though my anxiety and depression are particularly bad right now, having the pets around honestly helps. (Except when it's feeding time -- it is SO HARD for me to feed them right now. Not because I have a problem feeding the pets; just because everything feels impossible right now.) But they're absurd, and sweet, and good companions, and they make this easier in ways I didn't expect.
How is she holding up, Beth?
After my grandmother's death, my grandfather got a dog. Partly, because he wanted a dog , but also because having a dog was a good reason to get up in the morning
When I hit my psychological nadir a couple of years ago, if it weren't for Bartleby, I have no doubt, I'd have shuffled the mortal coil without a second thought. The act of meeting his needs out weighed my deepest impulse to reject my own.
That right there, is proof of miracles, if you ask me.
Steph, I'm sending a fervent wish for a lightness on your heart and whatever pull it will take to get you to the other side. It's sooo much better over here.
Envision a small, but strong, hand reaching out for you.
She looked good, Nora. I think letters, emails, cards, and visits are what she needs now.
beth, I'm glad that you could and did go, and that you gave hugs on our behalf.
Yeah, I've trained Frankie not to eat their food, but the other is just too strong a lure, it seems.
He is definitely helping me, too, though I can also use any real or imagined neglect as yet another cudgel on my self-worth. More the former than the latter, thankfully.
And Steph, hang in there. I'm glad you found something that works for you and I wish it didn't have the negative side effects. You know, I've never tried Zoloft, hmm...
Yeah, I've trained Frankie not to eat their food, but the other is just too strong a lure, it seems.
Don't give up claiming the box as 'ar belong to you.' Who knows, it might sink in eventually.
More the former than the latter, thankfully.nods gratefully