It sounds like an on-the-spot, improvised solution because they didn’t realize how far his health had declined until it was time for him to walk to his people and wasn’t able to.
This part just sank in for me: A FIFTEEN-year-old black lab. Labs don’t usually make it to fifteen. He must have really loved them to stick around and was just waiting for the wedding so he could leave this plane knowing they had gone through with it.
I’m relieved that this was an improvised thing. If this had been the plan, I would have been upset that they didn’t use a wagon or something to get him down the aisle more comfortably.
Good dog, Charlie Bear.
I am waiting to go into a funeral of a dear friend and so I’m already extremely emotional. But omg I love her and she is definitely in the Friend Hall of Fame.
yah... dude logic... like just get rid of the bedframe and have a mattress on the floor lol.
Oh, no, you painted it clearly! :) I pictured a bunch of lumps sleeping in one room and one blanket-covered lump moving a lil more than the others ;-)
This, among many other reasons, is why after turning 30 and living in NYC for 9 years I was like “NOPE we’re done”. Moved to Minneapolis and I (among other things) fuck men my age who OWN. HOMES. Personally couldn’t be happier.
No. I require that my partners have access to enough fridge storage for at least two onions.
I did it in the back of a camper truck which is not that weird in itself, but what was a little weirder was that afterwards we sat up and realized that we were surrounded by a ring of leathermen staring at us and pleasuring themselves.
I’m assuming he couldn’t “easily” do that or he would have. It’s no one’s first choice to pay $450/mth for a crawl space.
I lost my virginity on my first break home from college to a boy I knew from high school. Since we were both staying at our parents’ houses, the only place we could think of to have sex was his parent’s boat. Which was in dry dock. And I lost a 2 carat diamond earring in the parking lot gravel climbing back down the…
i hate all my neighbors except the ones across the hall.
What’s the rent like for the NYC sewers? If the sewage real estate is too pricey, maybe I could look into a nice 10 square feet of bus shelter property. Or, alternatively, a spacious 5 square feet of subway-corner real estate, complete with a nice crack in the wall in which to store my excrement. Truly some thrilling…
Maybe this is a regional dialect thing, but out here on the Left Coast a crawlspace is the area under the house, above the dirt but below the floor. What he’s in would be either an attic, a chase, or an old mechanical room, although it’s hard to determine which of those things it is from the photos.
hahahahahahaha
I used to date a doctor - and not just a doctor, but an otorhinolaryngologist - who had a mattress on the floor in his townhouse. He kept his clothes in neatly folded piles on the floor. But what the heck, he took me to restaurants where almost everything was served flaming, and he only wanted to perform oral sex…
but that’s an apartment and not a crawl space.
Probably have, probably will again.