I'm not sure I could manage a floofy coated dog. I've got enough to cope with with just the white needly stuff getting stuck everywhere.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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Sorry, Pix. That sucks. I have my annual review etc on Thursday--she had to change it to then, and scheduled it during my planned haircut. So I had to cancel the haircut....and now I can't get it cut til MARCH. Grrr.
I'm not sure I could manage a floofy coated dog.
I am never, EVER getting another floofy-coated cat. Ever. No matter how damn cut the kitten may be.
(Trinian, Queen of Fuzzwumpia, would like you all to know that I am a horrible cat owner, and that brushing is EVIL and WRONG. Even if she does get treats after.)
Ever. No matter how damn cut the kitten may be.
No kidding. Same for me and white cats. They shed on every single thing I own. Black or gray man. (Oh, like I get actual choices for pets I own. They run in front of my car or otherwise find me.)
Poor Trin. Treats are good, honey. As is losing the excess fur.
Yeah, cats especially are more the "they find you" sort of pet.
Black or gray man. (Oh, like I get actual choices for pets I own. They run in front of my car or otherwise find me.)
Oh, I very deliberately chose Dread Beastie, and we searched until we found the boykitties. It was just that one of Pete's neighbors had taken in the litter of kittens from the feral mama at the apartment complex, and this tiny bundle of mostly white fluff climbed straight up my skirts, squeaking at me. There was nothing I could do, I had to take her home.
Next kitty is going to be a grey shorthair. That's what Pete wants.
this tiny bundle of mostly white fluff climbed straight up my skirts
This image is totally enchanting.
I had several students today who just walked into the classroom, put their homework on the homework pile, and walked out. Rude much?
Rude much?
When I was a student, I never knew what to say to professors.
When I fell for Mr Peabody, I had no idea that he was the World's Sheddingest Dog. There are drifts of white fur everywhere, although it may be better since the thyroid medicine.
bonny, I was in my stage of wearing ankle-length Victorian-style skirts with petticoats, so the small bundle of fluff had a lot to hang on to.
There was a used bookstore that always had cats; whenever I would shop there, we had to do a cat-check under my skirts. The store cats had figured out they could hide under the petticoats and escape to the magical outside when I left.