I wonder if his being the world's sheddingest dog is related to low thyroid.
Ginger, my bro's dog recently was diagnosed with low thyroid, and she had lost a lot of hair prior to the diagnosis. So that may be so for Mr. Peabody.
We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.
Mal ,'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Steph L. - Dec 06, 2010 10:06:57 am PST #10309 of 30000
That which does not kill you should RUN
Beverly - Dec 06, 2010 10:57:18 am PST #10310 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Thank goodness for treatable, Ginger.And I don't remember if it was here or Natter, but I'm glad Sass is okay now, too.
A Christmas Story, Scrooged, A Charlie Brown Christmas, and Mr. Magoo's Christmas are my faves. Magoo as Scrooge--yay!
If one can even find an airing of the show, several of the songs are usually cut. The kids and I used to sing the songs at and with each other, and StY can still sing, "We're rep-re-hensible. We'll steal your pen, and pencible. We're just blankety-blank-blank--ALL BAD!" And the whole family demands razzleberry dressing with Christmas dinner.
Daisy Jane - Dec 06, 2010 11:04:39 am PST #10311 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oh, javachick, did you get the postcard I sent? I'm not sure if you're still at the same address as you were when I sent one from Budapest.
javachik - Dec 06, 2010 11:21:30 am PST #10312 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Oh, javachick, did you get the postcard I sent? I'm not sure if you're still at the same address as you were when I sent one from Budapest.
Not yet! I do have a different address from you went to Hungary; I live in Oakland now.
Daisy Jane - Dec 06, 2010 11:24:18 am PST #10313 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Ah. Well, someone in your old house got a postcard from India.
javachik - Dec 06, 2010 11:26:40 am PST #10314 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Charlie still lives there, so I he'll give it to me. :)
I bought a whole bunch of Paris postcards and never sent them. I am a loser times eleventy.
Steph L. - Dec 06, 2010 11:29:26 am PST #10315 of 30000
That which does not kill you should RUN
Java, I bet people would still be happy to get them. I know I would. Pretty pictures! From a whole other country!
javachik - Dec 06, 2010 11:30:39 am PST #10316 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Really? Okay! Maybe I can send them instead of Christmas cards.
beekaytee - Dec 06, 2010 11:32:06 am PST #10317 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
That's a great idea1
I almost always send my postcards after the fact...they are less 'wish you were here' and more 'here are the highlights.'
Daisy Jane - Dec 06, 2010 11:33:54 am PST #10318 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Nobody got ours until the day we got back. I think a couple of people may not have even gotten theirs until today.