Going to destroy the mushrooms in my backyard NOW.
ALL OF THIS.
Been to Oxford, Mississippi. Was really freaked out.
Yeah, no, don't see it. Childhood Dog's mode of transportation was exactly this.
There was a low-rider labrador thing at the stables I used to ride at. (Oh, god, privileged childhood, yup.) He was really silly-looking and somehow never got stepped on by the horses.
There's a geriatric eyeless (!) basset down the street from me. Lovely sweet thing.
Trade out the boxer DNA for whippet and you've got Childhood Dog. Spit and image. (Slobber and image?)
What the steaming crap is wrong with people?
Heya. Going way back in time to ask a favor. I don't have author privileges, but I just wrote a pissed off entry on Man of Steel on my blog. If you like it, would you consider boosting it to Groupthink? Thx!
Bingo.
Xactly. And I'm, what, one generation away from men who delayed proposing for yeeeeeaaaaars until they were "in a position to support a wife." Patriarchical system? Obviously. But the basic idea is that the couple doesn't get married until they can afford to do so.
I had a totally different image in my mind of a "fluffy whip." It involved ostrich feathers, I think.
Wait, wait ... was there gluten in that venue?
No no no ... you mean "Oy! Brisket!"
No shit! I would watch the hell out of a movie about him.
Oh! I'm so sorry. It sounds you might already know all you need to about what that dog in particular thought and felt.
Have you read The Emotional Lives of Dogs? The author and her husband had a white shepherd with whom they (especially he) had a very close relationship. His ashes are kept in an urn on the shelf. They plan to have themselves cremated as well, when the time comes, and have their ashes mixed together with his and…
As long as it still ranks as heaven for Dog One, that's okay.
They're out there to read. I just stumbled on http://www.doctornerdlove.com/2013/02/gaming…if you're interested.