I had a mental lapse yesterday and sent my resume to Best Friends for a manager's position in Houston. I swore on a stack of kibble I would never work in that field again. ACK! What do I do if they hire me??
My dog refuses to go outside to enjoy the summer unless she has to .. I think she is spoiled from the AC
I spent my summer vacation searching for badgers and chairing the meetings for the Boyz 'n Bearie Club.
Good morning, dutchess. My you are up late, or is it early? LOL. I am about ready to head off to bed, so I will say good night, or good mornng, whichever applies.
Coffee's on
This is Binky Boy, owner of LadyX!
Actually, I do not do summers well. While I love to succumb to the heat and kinda snooze the day away in a kitty stupor on my very own screened-in porch, I suffer a lot.
My gorgeous medium-long hair goes through a horrible shedding process, irritating as it comes off in hunks, and I try to hurry it.
With the almost daily rain this Spring and Summer, washing off the flea spray around it, some fleas got into my porch.
Mom forgot I am allergic to the flea collar she bought, and I got my revenge. Stayed in the house and HID until I could work it off.
Should have heard all that frantic, "Where is my Binky Boy?!" as she searched under beds and in closets.
Ha! Know those sofas where the end seats glide out? Mom has a chair to match that does it, too, and I cleverly scooted under it and perched atop the mechanism!
Took her forever to figure out the only place she hadn't looked - and boy, was she frantic tryin' to figure how to get me out!
Payback was sweet.
All that is over now, and I'm back to demanding my food be served on the porch more'n the kitchen. Although my favorite pasttime is herding The Folks to the refrigerator where the Fancy Feast is kept. Gotta keep up my royal standards.
I sound kinda 'demanding,' but you should see me when I settle in Mom's lap at the computer and watch her 'talk' to other humans at The Finest.
Speaking of that, I love to talk (and sing!) back to her, and have her tell me the story of How Binky Was Adopted.....will tell you about that some day soon, but I gotta settle back down and get to snoozin' again - -
Hope there isn't any more thunder today - I'm terrified of that, and run in and stay near Mom. She doesn't mind that I am not very brave.
Bye for now, Gizmutt - - -
My folks don't go away very much because they can't stand to be away from me for long. I make Mom sad when she takes me to the boarding place so they can go somewhere else. She thinks I hate it because I tremble in the car all the way, but there are lots of friends to talk to when I get there.
The first time I went, this lady asked Mom if I knew how to use a doggie door. What? Does she think I'm stupid? I could tell right away there was something more fun on the other side of that contraption, and the minute they closed the door to my room, I checked it out. Yep! Some cute little Spaniel was outside, just the other side of that fence.
I always make new friends, but I still don't let Mom and Dad know I'll be okay when they go off and leave me. I just got home from 'there' again Sunday, and I can tell it will be a while before I have to go back again.
Roscoe
Mornin', everybody ! Happy Tuesday !!
Well, I messed this all up yesterday when I posted it.
I took THIS image and played with it a little and made it into the one near the bottom of this post ...
This was written by Freeper Congressman Billybob ...
08-18-2003
"Texans for Sale or Rent"
[To the Roger Miller tune, Trailers for sale or rent] ...Texans for sale or rent / Having our room service sent / Lounging ‘round by the pools / Playing our whole state for fools ....
We know every lawyer in every court / And all of their partners, and all of their torts / And every hangout, in every town/ And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around ....
Texans for sale or rent ....
With my apologies to the good Freepers and lawyers here. No offense intended ...
And that article is a LOT more than that little song parody, too !
Hi Giz, Codee and Fred.
Now that I'm a politician, I have to be very careful what I say in public but I'm learning to work "under the table." Don't tell lonestar!
Weinie
One weekend I decided to take my pup, Mitsy, fishing with me. I caught fish, she caught FLEAS!! And she was very generous in spreading them around, she gave them to my cat and my other pup, Grady.Some heavy duty bathing took place, I'll tell ya. : )
I'll be back later.
I had to stay in a kennel for SEVEN!!! lousy days and nights. I had to get a shot, too.
I've ordered a locking device for the car's ignition system so they won't do that to me again.
I did get a nice bath though.
~Jack
"Flyer doesn't always remember things that are important to me. He forgot about my trip to visit Humblegunner for the 4th of July.I sort of knew something was up that day. Dad was in one of those moods like when he knows he doesn't have to go to work. I kept watching him and watching him. Then he said the magic words ~ 'You wanna go for a ride?'
We didn't get in Dad's car. We took the ride in Mr. Gunner's SUV. I had to sort of be boosted up to get in 'cause it's so big. Mr. Gunner petted me and talked to me.
Other people were there, too, like Mr. Eaker, Mr. TheMom and Mr. BobbyD. They all petted me and talked to me also.
Mr. Gunner made a fire and I know what that means - dog assuage! He made it just for me and everyone helped serve me. The people ate ribeye meat. (but not all of it!)
We all went for a walk and watched the sky sparkle and boom. It didn't scare me hardly at all. Dad slept on the couch and I took my guard position on the floor near him.
We got home the next day and ~ WOOF! ~ there was leftover ribeye meat for me! I ate ribeye flavored kibble for 3 days. I love Mr. Gunner.
~ Gilligan
