Goodbye – Part 3
But there is nothing even remotely funny about the situation. The last time we laughed was when I said "do you want his blanket?" "NO! It smells of WEE!"
Goodbye – Part 1
Friday13th, Shortly after Noon “Wait, are you going to be alright if I stay an extra night at Dad’s? Shall I stay home, I don’t want you to be on your own”. “I’ll be fine love, you go. I’ll be…
Review: The Fabulous Forager
Initially he was skeptical. 'It doesn't smell like food, what is she doing to me?!' But by day 3 he was all 'lather me up bitch!'. And now his paws and patchy dry bits really are silky soft.
Bailey’s Little Adventure
I quit. And ended up as a housekeeper/companion, for m'lady. Which is how I came to be scrubbing her toilet when the out of nowhere, un-forecast storm hit on that fateful Monday morning.
