Oh, and because every Lifetime movie needs an evil husband, her husband seems to be stealing money from her, and possibly messing with her medication.

How old is Cagney, Bonny?

How old is Cagney, Bonny?

You know, Ginger, I'm beginning to wonder.

His foster suggested that he was 11 months when they acquired him in March. This would make him about 14 months.

I'm thinking he is younger than that. He's huge...and has gained about 5 lbs in the last couple of months, though he has not filled out much. One person said she thought he'd really grown a lot, though I can't quite see it, in proximity.

The process folks use to 'age' dogs seems to be a fairly inexact science. Not to mention the fudging done to make a pup more adoptable.

The reason I ask is that Mr Peabody was supposed to be about 2 when I got him, but I think he may have been younger, in part because he stopped chewing things after about six months, and it seemed to be mainly because it wasn't fun anymore. He was more obsessed with shoes than anything, although he did chew the arm of the sofa.

The exposition in this movie is so awkward. Psychiatrist asks, "And did these visions continue after your parents died? After your father killed your mother and then killed himself?"

Oh dear, Hil.

bonny, sending all strength to you as you let this frenemy go. Uggh.

I give up. Not going out tonight. Gonna take half a Xanax and read a dumbass magazine. Whee!

He was more obsessed with shoes than anything, although he did chew the arm of the sofa.

Fortunately, the stuff he has actually destroyed has been relatively meaningless. He tends to carry shoes around, but has not harmed any.

He also seems to enjoy moving my small, red plastic shoehorn around.

I hope the phase passes quickly.

bonny, sending all strength to you as you let this frenemy go. Uggh.

Thanks Hon. The super upside of all this is that I am truly appreciating the people I actually love. Present company included!

eta: I have not breathed a word of any of this mess to the frenemy's ex...any more than I've spoken to her about him.

In a fantasy that will never become reality...I want to support him in his life change by pointing out that, despite the galactic depth of the hole he dug for himself in years gone by, his growth has eclipsed hers in a major way. I suspect he doesn't need me to point this out...but it would still feel good.

The red plastic shoehorn strikes me as the perfect dog toy. It's small! It smells of feet!

Oh, and there are underwater swimming scenes to show her isolation and alienation.