Mercsmom

Lucy, I see my own journey with my beloved Liberty, so similar. Yes, do try the Gabapetnin as it may give him some relief. Now, know that what I'm going to say next may sound cold and heartless and it's the exact opposite. It's said with love and deepest support. Consider the time of year. I had planned my Liberty's departure for December 16 (2013) carefully. The semester was over so I didn't have to hold myself together to get work done. But it wasn't so close to Christmas as to make very successive yuletide "that time". A kiss on the nose of Spirit's lomg smoot.

Eggzackly.

I LOVE this story. It's part of my Christmas ritual now. to KLilly to Andi Pants to Whiskey SBSB at the Bridge for Chris, Dennis, Jenny, and Deb who made this happen!

It hurts to say goodbye to such a beautiful, sweet (except for those alpacas! ), bunny-furred girl. Such a lady and such a sprite, at the same time. Fun free, sweet Lila.

Oooh!!!

I finally got an auction item up in memory of Cletus. I thought he might appreciate bright red & black hounds tooth. Items can be found here.

As opposed to Mercury. His litter went on to race. He took a nap during his maiden season.

Noted on Calendar and shopping list

That's what I was thinking!

from Mercury in upstate Noo York I, on the other hand, will willing click on any post tagged "gratuitous cake eating"

To Cletus!!!

May there be cake in your honor!

Cards!

Cuz I reellee like to drive?

How wonderful! I currently have SubaROOO #6. As long as I live in snow and ice, that's al I'll have.

He was lucky you didn't throw them at him.

My thoughts (in no particular order): My next lecture (I'm a college prof) My "problem child" students My "problem child" faculty Just how many times are you going to pee?!?! My "problem child" dean Three poops? Really?! What to make for dinner Another Pee? You're just squeezing it out, aren't you? Look, neighbors! I am carrying a poop bag. That means I'm not the neighbor you're mad at. Really? That pee was 3 drops. This is absurd Uh oh! ankle biter on a flexi leash. Come on, Merc, we're turning around.

Pretty much. Mercury has one foot bandaged and has been hopping around like a tripod. Except... for last outs of the night. When he bounds up the two steps to the door and hops up and down to be let in for BB (bedtime biscuit, but you knew that).

Channeling Paddy. Well, that could go either way.... Good job, Annie

My lurcher, Liberty, was a burier. She take a bone outside. Then she'd dig a long hole parallel to her body. Then, she'd drop in the bone, perpendicular to the hole and attempt to cover it. She'd get quite frustrated when it didn't work the way she wanted.

That video! Whap Whap Whap!

XP was a champ! I was sorry to see it go. IE? Not so much.

IE still exists? Sounds like the WFUBCC is finding all the flaws. I guess we're useful for something.