Monday, January 26, 2009
I'm ok, you're ok. But she's better
Post match, my dog Phoebe has some really cool body and staple piercing, plus a whole stash of recreational drugs. How do you spell popular in Altadena? (Your well-wishes are most, most appreciated, but she asks that you make them meat-flavored.)
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the Greeny is in the mail...wait, I can't e-mail a doggy treat. the Internet still has SOME limitations. Glad she's been mended and is on the mend.
& U R OK? Will carry mace while walking? Would that even help?
Sent treat via email.
You know, they're working on a fax that'll send solids. I wonder how that's coming along and if they'll be edible.
nTash: i believe mace is not as effective on dogs as pepper spray.
Or, just distracting them by throwing down a big juicy steak.
Here's my wish, au jus.
Take good care of your sweet old pup.
Poor pup.
Here's a big sirloin-flavored get well wish. Bless her little zoned-out, stapled-up heart.
I'll have to show Phoebe my staple scars (they didn't give me morphine..lucky pup).
I think I missed something. What happened? Was it horrible?
Yea, what kind of surgery did Phoebe have? Cosmetic? (A jowl lift?)
I hope it wasn't serious and that she's recovering nicely.
Sending a big hug and a juicy liver dog biscuit her way.
i don't know how to respond...
You know, if I carried something like mace, I'd probably manage to spray it in my own eyes. And Ken Mac, some people say it flowers, but others let pig ears do the talking.
Poor babies: you and Pheeebs
I'm in a mondo projecto but I had to pop out when I read your recent titles.
How frightening. LOve.
By the way, Ray Bradbury often gathered his rejected magazine articles and integrated them into his novels (met worldwide acclaim.) Just a little helpful hint from a handy hankie hoodnick of the "hinkyfink".
----healing vibes----
How's that doggie doing?
You guys are as nice as nice can be. The drugged-up canine queen of Altadena is doing quite well (though not quite as well as she seems to think. Wow, what's in that stuff?)
Good Sir Winston had staple tatoos for several years, all treats from Ulura, the alpha big/little sister. But for the cost, in the long run, they made peace. She now cleans his ears, saving me the trouble, and he brings in the blankets, which she co-opts. She still nips but does not draw blood.
I was always afraid to carry mace or pepper spray for fear I might tag the wrong pooch. Then where would I be?
Where were you walking. Do you need to go to a new hood?
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