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.
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!