Posted on 05/02/2021 2:17:15 AM PDT by nickcarraway
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Con artist.
It is a rabbit get over it.
I have eaten far to many of them to worry about a rabbit.
Lapin?
The Case of the Mysterious Death of Mr. Rabbit
She was cuddly and pliantly fluffy. Her body was round and fuzzy. White teeth glistened in the crescent her timid smile made below twitching whiskers.
"Mr. Spade! Can you? You must help me!"
"Suppose you tell me about it from the beginning?" I offered her a carrot and motioned to a chair...
Regards,
Glenn Close recipe?
Say that to enough pet owners and they’ll kick the crap out of you.
I tell them that all the time.
dont worry
its coming
Why pay for this service when everyone knows all dogs go to heaven, cats go before the judgment seat (latest stats St. Peter only allowing 15% in) and all squirrels go straight to hell?
She is told she has RBF?
She needs to worry about RSF...The S being for stupid.
To paraphrase...Its your world, weirdo, we are just stuck living in it.
That is one option and most likely but they could also be schizophrenic. Those are the only two options I see.
“..all dogs go to heaven,..”
Except certain Rottweilers.
One of my pet peeves (no pun intended) is people who have those tiny toy dogs who dress them up, carry them everywhere and baby talk to them.
Just tramples all over my last nerve.
After I retired I took a job three days a week pumping gas at the only full service station around.
I saw so many of those goobers baby talking to their dressed up toy dogs that I wanted to puke. Why they thought I needed to know their stupid dogs and how “precious” they were is beyond me.
One day I finally had enough.
A particularly obnoxious female goober with a particularly obnoxious dog with more clothes on than imaginable just insisted on baby talking to the dog and baby talking to me as if the dog were talking just pushed me over the edge.
Seeing I was extremely unimpressed she broke character and asked me why I didn’t like dogs. I told her I like dogs well enough, heck I even had one.
Seeing her opening (poor soul) she pounced, asking what it’s name was. I told her we called it Dog.
Looking at me like I was a simpleton she asked why I didn’t give it a more personal name.
I told her I had learned long ago not to name anything you might have to eat if times got tough.
She rolled the window up so damned fast it almost took the stupid toy dogs snout off.
I had my smile for the day.
True. I forgot about the pit bull exception.
You might have eaten cats and dogs, too (insert Chinese-restaurant joke here).
Seriously, though, I agree that rabbits are food, not pets.
I use a carnival medium, it’s more scientific and reliable.
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