Oh man, that’s enough to put tears in a guys eye, a sad tear and a tear of joy
It is awfully dusty in here at the moment… but at least they are tears of happiness.
I tend to judge people by the way they treat animals. You and Erika are very special people and I hope karma rewards you appropriately and you have many happy years with stanley.
That is very kind of you to say, but in many ways they give us far more than we give them.
I do agree with you though. You can tell pretty much all you need to know about a person by how they treat animals.
Very sad to hear about Freckles. I’m very sorry for his loss.
Our two are getting older and I hate to think of what’s to come…though I think if it often.
Glad to hear that Stanley has come into your lives though, to help you…as you have helped him.
I don’t generally believe much in fate, anymore.
But, with dogs I make an exception.
“You know, when life takes all the covers for your bed away…pillow fort.”
-Ralphie (just now)
Words to live by, Ralph, words to live by.
“I’m the pretty one.”
-Willow
Gotta love a fort, nicely done Ralphie
Willow, you are the pretty one indeed!
Too cute.
Ours on doggie bed wash day - That look that says “But the covers were just starting to smell nice”
Me: “They smelled like wet dog”
Dog/s: “Exactly”
Ha, the only reason we washed them is that even they were starting to turn their nose up to them!
The lowering mechanism broke on my office chair. Somehow this worked to the stupid dogs benefit and now he wont get out.
I guess that proves that he aint so stupid
That dog has a brain the size of a walnut and the walnut would outsmart him every day of the week
OK, they might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I have always had a soft spot for spaniels.
Bliss.
Our Kittehs are going through withdrawls. At this time of year there are only a couple of windows at the East and West ends of the house that create a patch of sunshine like that for maybe half an hour in the morning and again in the afternoon.
He looks like he’s sayin, “You want me to walk where? Don’t you see the snow?”
This pile of old socks is now 17.5 years old, and according to the vet, in prime condition. Both her hearing and sight are starting to fray at the edges, but she can still jump and run and most importantly, purr. Vet said she’s good for about three more years if we keep up good care of her.