My first dog was named Baskerville because she howled so much at night. But she settled in and was awesomesauce.
Oh, and leaving the door open on the crate is a good idea. Helps it become "my safe place" rather than "obstacle between me and my people."
I think Bailey will be fine, just will take time. The cats, who are being kept on the other side of the house by doors at the kitchen, are not at all sure of what the hell I brought into the house.
OH and I got the silver dress, I offered 20% less than the buy now and they took it.
Sounds like a crazy night, msbelle, but glad to hear the dress worked out.
Argh, tumblr is down. Also, I'm fucking exhausted, and I didn't even have a yowling dog in my apartment.
I am unamused by the weather forecast for next week. I predict it's going to look like Armageddon at Target and the grocery stores this weekend.
I'd really like to pretend it's not happening. Don't really want to deal.
In other storm related stuff, here today's xkcd on the crazy end of the 2005 storm cycle, when they went to the Greek alpahbet for names: [link]
Your Guide to the Indistinguishable Men of
Nashville:
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Isn't there
another guy sleeping with Juliette who is helping produce her record?
Or is he one of those 4?
it has to be fictional, trilling and teaching
I amused by the idea of a book going "la la la la la la la!"
I wish you guys good weather karma. It's exhausting when there's a whole lot of buildup for nothing, but it's better than the alternative.