Yesterday evening I heard someone yelling, "Bo! Bo! Get back over here!" I turned to see this tiny terrier making serious tracks toward us. I think dogs running toward you is the cutest thing. So I paused and let Bo (probably not his name but I can't remember it) and Heidi meet, and they were wonderful together. Bo's owner, a young man, followed and apologized. I said, "That's all right! He's a cutie!" The guy was joined by his wife and I mentioned that Heidi isn't mine, that I'd found her, and that I couldn't keep her because she's chasing my cats. The girl, obviously a bleeding heart like me, said, "Oh! We can take her!" Her husband objected. But she went on, "We have friends with dogs." If they could take Heidi off my hands, I'd be ever so grateful. I'm not giving Heidi the treatment, attention and affection she deserves; she's such a sweet dog.
2:15 PM
Alright, onward to the hospital for some bladder meds. Spent the last two hours on the john. I hate this.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:43 AM
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