Ted, that's so cruel. To tease them like that.Sometimes, I just take a bone and hold it up to my mouth and say, "nom nom nom...this bone is so goooood!"
No, puppy did not lick them. You're safe.
Ted, that's so cruel. To tease them like that.Sometimes, I just take a bone and hold it up to my mouth and say, "nom nom nom...this bone is so goooood!"
Heh... dirty.
Ted, that's so cruel. To tease them like that.
A dog with a temper sounds....bad. Just sayin.Moi? Mean and cruel?
I once had a dog with a temper and a sense of humor. If I made him mad, he'd get even. He was my buddy and I really miss him.
I can't have dogs in my apartment now. It feels like I'm sliding down a hill sometimes.
A dog with a temper sounds....bad. Just sayin.
I don't see what's wrong with a horse and cart.So, I spent a very hot 2-1/2 hours this morning (it was 102 by 12:30) car shopping. Thus far, I have been pre-approved by Hyundai, BuickGMC, Nissan, DriveTime, Easy Credit Auto, and CarMax for a new car (well, new used car, at least). Unfortunately, none of them can sell me a car until I settle affairs with California and Oklahoma DMVs which will cost about $3k. However, a new car could be my present to myself by my birthday in October (it would be a hoot to drive into a dealership on October 10th with my old car and drive away with a new car).
I feel your misery, Greg.
My car a/c is two front windows down, two kid-windows in the back down as far as they'll go - which would be halfway - in a black Tahoe with vents that don't blow any air at all.
Granted, my hubs car has a/c - nice and chilly a/c - but the gears in the motor that adjust the seat have been stripped and I can't reach the gas or the brake with the seat where it is. So, technically, I could sit in the car with the a/c on, but not actually go anywhere.
This summer has been unbelievable.
I'm fed up of the rain.
Don't complain about it being sunny - you're making me jealous...
I'm fed up of the rain.
Don't complain about it being sunny - you're making me jealous...
My yard is an interesting shade of orange-brown and crunches when you step on it.
I miss long rainy days. There's something so poetic about rain.
It's not pinin'! It's passed on! This lawn is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its' maker! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, It rests in peace! It's kicked the bucket, shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-YARD!!
Rain isn't so much fun when you are soaked to the bone by the time you get to the end of the street. And when it is so cold that everything chafes. Everything.