I expect that in your sleep you were beating your breast in remorse over kitchen-lingering.
Haaaaaaa. Awesome.
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I expect that in your sleep you were beating your breast in remorse over kitchen-lingering.
Haaaaaaa. Awesome.
Instead of being concerned at the loss of more than a quarter of his weight in a year, the vet was just glad he'd lost some weight. I'm livid about this.
At Harvey's physicals and other appointments, the vets at the clinic we go to look at his previous weights and ask me about any changes. Presumably if I could not satisfy them with an explanation of his seasonal patterns and/or modifications to the portion sizes I feed him, they would view it as a symptom. Unexplained weight loss IS a thing to pay attention to. I'm sorry that your vet has not mastered this simple concept, and I'm sorry that this ignorance has harmed Domino and you.
{{{{{smonster}}}}} I don't have anything useful to say to help. But I'm on your side.
{{{{{Anne}}}}}}
Hil, get better soon.
You people crack me the fuck up. I just sent the "WTF, crazy chick?" email, we'll see what happens.
okay, I'ma gonna get some popcorn. Should be an interesting afternoon with smonster.
Note: this is why soap operas are getting canceled. Real life drama can't beat it.
Late, but sincere best wishes for Domino (just typed Dominar. Hah).
smonster, Bitches got your back on craxy roomie, I see. Sending vibes, nonetheless--little more can't hurt, right?
There was more, but I'm forgetful. ~ma to you, you know who you are and what you need it for. You got it.
I am an idiot! I just found a $200 ticket on my car because I forgot to put up my handicapped placard. Hoping this is easily fixable.
Not an idiot! Just a momentary lapse in axons firing to provide the necessary recall. I had one of those last week and got a $35 ticket for parking on the wrong side of the street during street cleaning hours. Oops.
I have a Scola and we are at a pub. You may all be jealous, now.
I know I am, Barb. On both counts.
DEEPLY jealous.