Oh no! Poor Matilda and family, and yay for EM! Good luck to your mom, too, JZ.
That is awesome, sara.
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Oh no! Poor Matilda and family, and yay for EM! Good luck to your mom, too, JZ.
That is awesome, sara.
Oh, man, JZ that's a lot of not what anyone wants.
I'm sorry that happened to you, Karl.
Ugh, sorry JZ. I hope Matilda recovers quickly.
Everyone is a poor noodle and I hurt for all of them!
Poor everyone but especially Matilda!
My parents walk their dog off leash in Rock Creek Park (which is against the posted rules), but they didn't start doing it until she was well-trained enough to come and sit by her human whenever they pass another person on the trail. Unless you're a deer or a squirrel she won't chase or jump on you.
(She only jumps up on people who are trying to give my Mom a hug, because she has a Thing about that. We're not sure if she sees it as "This is a fun game let me play too!" or "My human is being attacked, I will defend her by putting my paws on the intruder's shoulders!")
Poor Matilda.
Boo crappy dog owners.
Guess who woke up with either food poisoning or a stomach bug? So that was a fun couple of minutes of wondering if I needed to pass out. Fortunately I didn't, and I feel mostly okay now.
Poor Matilda!
Vacation is good, but I haven't been on vacation with SiL #1 in 10 years, and I forgot that she never, EVER shuts the fuck up. She will not stop talking. Ever. Like, if someone is clearly reading a book, she sits down and launches into a monologue anyway. About NOTHING. I wanted to stab her by halfway through Day 2. So I keep hiding out in our bedroom just to get some peace and quiet, which makes me feel antisocial, but I really don't want to stab her when it's only Wednesday.
Very wise, it's always best to stab people on a Friday.
I mean, stabbing Friday is good, but on the other hand if you stab her now, more vacation without talking!
No, no, no. If people stop observing the stabbing on Fridays norm, I'll have to start wearing chainmail under my shirt every day and it chafes.
My mom's best friend is an incessant chatterbox like that. Actually Mom recently went shopping with her and they ran into my Aunt Barbara, who could also talk the hind legs off a donkey. We laughed because before he died Dad had recently pondered what would happen if they met and started talking at one another.
It's perhaps good it occurred in a wide open department store where the oxygen supply couldn't be used up quickly.