Hee. The Biscuit received a new squeaky toy today in honor of having his teeth scraped on unceremoniously. But, dude, his teeth are bad, yo. Looking a little better now, and I'll keep working on them, but we'll need to get them properly done as soon as we get home from the summer.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Amy, I sent an email to Perkins directly- is that OK?
Oh sure, Nora! Thanks!
Matilda and Emmett update:
Matilda: Whinny! Whinny! I'm a horsie!
Emmett: Mmm.
Matilda: Oh, my brother horsie!
Emmett: I refuse to be a horse.
Matilda (sympathetically): You're a confused horse.
Matilda (sympathetically): You're a confused horse.
Matilda is comedy gold!
That kid is funny.
K, I don't recall how long it took to get Kittenish's meeds to show results. But my vet was pretty helpful when I'd pester. We had to tweak the dose for a while. Up, up, up, up and more up in her case. But it's worth asking. I am thinking a week but it was a long time ago so I could really be wrong.
At least she didn't call him a Man-Pony.
Brenda, I was so thinking of Kara too!
Matilda (sympathetically): You're a confused horse.
Matilda is awesome.
Matilda (sympathetically): You're a confused horse.
Ha! Love Matilda!
Erin, much may-it-be-nothing~ma to your mother.
I dunno, but I think I'd rather be a Man-pony than a confused horse. At least a Man-pony knows what he is!