Ple, you've got a six year old and a dog!
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Buffy ,'Beneath You'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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DavidS - Apr 26, 2011 8:24:27 am PDT #5348 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
lisah - Apr 26, 2011 8:25:18 am PDT #5349 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate
Oh! How is the dog doing?
P.M. Marc - Apr 26, 2011 8:27:11 am PDT #5350 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
She's doing pretty well. Working on alone training so that I can go back to my normal work schedule next week.
Trudy, I am so sorry.
Burrell - Apr 26, 2011 8:33:23 am PDT #5351 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Very interesting story, le nubian. I'm glad she didn't yank your chain.
You should teach him the AA Milne poem that ends, "But now that I'm 6, I'm as clever as clever, so I think I'll stay 6 forever and ever!"
That is a great idea. I'mma do it.
Although try to forget about it by this time next year?
um, yeah.
Consuela - Apr 26, 2011 8:34:33 am PDT #5352 of 30001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
She's doing pretty well. Working on alone training so that I can go back to my normal work schedule next week.
How is she on stairs? I've heard greyhounds don't know about stairs.
§ ita § - Apr 26, 2011 8:37:29 am PDT #5353 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
We lived next door to a German Shepherd that didn't get stairs. Which isn't a big deal in Jamaica. Except we had stairs up onto our roof. So the big dumb goof would climb up and freak out because he couldn't work out how to get back down. Ah, Tacuma. Such an idiot. Good thing you didn't get named Ananse.
tommyrot - Apr 26, 2011 8:41:02 am PDT #5354 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
When I was a kid, my dad taught our dog to climb a ladder in the barn to get to the hayloft. Of course she couldn't climb back down, but there was a sort-of earth-ramp on one side of the barn leading to the hayloft so she'd just get back that way.
Steph L. - Apr 26, 2011 8:48:54 am PDT #5355 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
She's doing pretty well.
Has she killed you with farts yet? (I have no idea what the biological explanation is for this -- or if there is one -- but greyhound farts are the worst farts on the PLANET.)
Jessica - Apr 26, 2011 8:50:09 am PDT #5356 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
So it's a certain little boy's birthday today. He spent almost an hour last night crying, mourning that he'd never be 5 years old again. I mean, he was truly heartbroken. I promised him he could be 5 as long as he liked. So as I tucked him in, I asked him how old he'd be in the morning. "5?" I asked. "I think I want to be 6," he answered.
Awww, poor nubbin!
Dylan has been going through similar stuff since Aeryn was born. He wants to be the big brother, but he misses being the baby.
ION, my boss just gave the whole department iPads. I can't see how I'm expected to get any more work done today with the new toy burning a hole in my desk...
tommyrot - Apr 26, 2011 8:50:33 am PDT #5357 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
So on Good Friday, a computer error caused a grocery store to open when it was supposed to be closed. There were no employees present. Shoppers went into the store anyway. Some people stole from the store, but some paid for their groceries anyway....
About half of the 24 people who came into the supermarket paid for their groceries using the self-scan service. The service stopped working after alcohol was scanned, requiring a staff member to check a customer's age before the system is unlocked.