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roxyIs it morning already? Hokey smokes--look at that time! It's the ass-crack of the afternoon already! I hate night shift. Not only I'm I sooo tired when I get home, night is when the scary people come to shop. At five minutes before store-closing. With all their mutant children. They keep telling me to smile at work. The next person that tells me that will be smiling all the fucking time.
Now I have to let the poor old dog out, he's been very patient. And at his age, having to go wee is no joke. It's sad. My puppy's all old. He's an old man dog. The dog and I have an odd relationship. We're like two people who've worked the same job for years, but only speak in the elevator. Knamean? I like him just fine and he likes me--but we don't hang out. Unless there's no one else in the house then he's like oh, no one else but you, hunh...okay. Hey what's up? Gotta treat?
Yeah, I got a treat.
We've each decided in case of disaster--we're eating *that* one! (point at each other)
It's nuts how my kid and the dog love each other. They're like siblings together, and he always gets his way with her. Heehee. He does stuff to her that he’d never dream of doing to me or Mr.Roxy. Like sitting on her foot while she’s eating, sighing until she feeds him. Snort. Sucker.
The Niece is his personal backscratcher and belly rubber. She can’t sit on the floor at all. He’s all over her, shedding with abandon—and love of course. Lots of love.
Ehh. He’s all right, I guess. *eyeball each other* All right! I’m coming. Furry little dictator.
I’ll be back.
;)
Now I have to let the poor old dog out, he's been very patient. And at his age, having to go wee is no joke. It's sad. My puppy's all old. He's an old man dog. The dog and I have an odd relationship. We're like two people who've worked the same job for years, but only speak in the elevator. Knamean? I like him just fine and he likes me--but we don't hang out. Unless there's no one else in the house then he's like oh, no one else but you, hunh...okay. Hey what's up? Gotta treat?
Yeah, I got a treat.
We've each decided in case of disaster--we're eating *that* one! (point at each other)
It's nuts how my kid and the dog love each other. They're like siblings together, and he always gets his way with her. Heehee. He does stuff to her that he’d never dream of doing to me or Mr.Roxy. Like sitting on her foot while she’s eating, sighing until she feeds him. Snort. Sucker.
The Niece is his personal backscratcher and belly rubber. She can’t sit on the floor at all. He’s all over her, shedding with abandon—and love of course. Lots of love.
Ehh. He’s all right, I guess. *eyeball each other* All right! I’m coming. Furry little dictator.
I’ll be back.
;)
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10/21/05 04:45 am (UTC)tastycuddly. yes.(no subject)
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10/21/05 05:34 am (UTC)that should hold you 'til the puppy comes.
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