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That made me cry…and smile.
There are no words, just memories…
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Oh and to Moose. I am apologizing for what I typed to you. I reacted to what was to come rather than to what was said. I am sorry. The paranoia of what I explained earlier has effected me because it is directed at me, I recognize that it has effected me and I will take personal responsibility for it. I know you love your little dogs.
Apology accepted. I too am sorry for your loss Gerry. I think the ‘ pisstaking’ about someone losing a much loved family member ( and in my family’s eyes pets are part of the family ) is vile. In particular Somers post about Maddog 20/20…. very low indeed.
I’m not an animal lover either
going to bed. I would poke the toe board on my bed to let her hear the creaks, Molly would drag herself up my steep 13 steps (terraced house) and come round to the side of the bed I had put a small footstall to help her and climb into bed. She would demand I petted her before she would go to sleep and I grumpily would no matter what. In the morning without fail I would be on the very edge of the bed with an aching back. Molly would refuse to get out from under the quilt until she heard me putting food in her bowl
What if you got lucky and pulled a bit of crumpet for the night?
I bet your bed stunk
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I’m not an animal lover either
going to bed. I would poke the toe board on my bed to let her hear the creaks, Molly would drag herself up my steep 13 steps (terraced house) and come round to the side of the bed I had put a small footstall to help her and climb into bed. She would demand I petted her before she would go to sleep and I grumpily would no matter what. In the morning without fail I would be on the very edge of the bed with an aching back. Molly would refuse to get out from under the quilt until she heard me putting food in her bowl
What if you got lucky and pulled a bit of crumpet for the night? I bet your bed stunk x
Dog owners don’t think dogs smell, after picking up crap, pulling grass out their bottoms when the ends are just hanging there. Wiping crusty muck from their eyes and them rolling in foul substances, the fouler the better, like rotting carcasses and fox crap… A smelly bed is the least of it.
Btw I gave up crumpet in 1982 when my waist got to 36.
Well, you’re probably used to bedding old dogs 😍
Well, you’re probably used to bedding old dogs 😍
I doubt it Alfie, some of us have taste, unlike you.
Well its no skin off your nose is it, all the more crumpet for you eh Alfie
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