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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.)
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...
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.
It's funny...when Keith Olbermann wigged out and flounced off DK, all the other commenters were more freaked than I was(although it's a sad fucking day when your hero acts like your little cousin, man.) But I was like "It totally gets weirder than that!"
"No way!"
I said "Did he send Katy on here to tell us he was in the hospital/dying/dead?"
And they said No, and surely, nobody in their right mind...
Exactly. And did he attempt to steal Kos' code, build a site, and sit in it all day ranting to himself?
I guess I win.
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.
Seriously? Worse than bulldog farts? Because those are seriously toxic, and I'm having trouble mentally recalibrating my stinkmeter to Worse Than Bulldogs.
(Whom I love; they're fantastic and deeply lovable dogs. Just horrendous stinkbutts.)