She does indeed! I’m so sorry for your loss. She was without question the goodest.

I’ve seen them, I worked in a CF clinic before. Yikes. Do they work?

Well that isn’t me, I’m super careful about keeping my dogs apart from them but I can’t help sharing hallways or elevators very much. And a lot of them really do scream and run and be theatrical about it. Some of the kids are curious and I let them pet them always or answer questions,clearly many of them have never had a pet before, which is fine. But honestly it’s pretty often that they absolutely hate your dogs.

I started to get a little ornery with the kids when they screech and run away, and tell them that being afraid of animals is a bad way to go through life. You don’t have to want or have pets, but you should be reasonably able to interact with animals.

Occasionally they will like them, but usually just kids who are curious.

Sometimes, and yes they very much don’t. I keep a tight grip on my leashes and don’t let the dogs anywhere near them but they sure still hate me.

If you should keep one thing in life it’s books.

This is in Ontario and we tend to be more strict about qualifications.

Why do you feel that way?

I don’t love my Indian neighbours so much, of whom I have many, because they hate dogs and I’m usually going out with my dogs when I see them. They act disgusted and give me nasty looks and avoid me. My dogs are small and don’t bark at them or do more than look at them, my old dog who just passed was blind and took no notice of them, but if I get in the elevator with an Indian person (or African or Arabic) they scream and act scared and act shitty to me and give me nasty looks. I realize pet ownership is not a big thing in these cultures, but stop screeching like I’m killing you when I take my 15 lb dog on the elevator and he’s ignoring you. It’s just rude to ME, if I was letting my pit bull corner you and jump all over you I get it, but otherwise grow up. They also don’t really say hi or anything, and Caucasian people pretty much always do, so it just doesn’t seem very friendly.

Looking for peppers.

He was a very occasional funeral director when he was sober enough to run one on behalf of his friend who owned the home. He wasn’t even professionally trained at any of it, but yeah for some reason they let him embalm her and so her hair and makeup and all. I guess in small towns it’s not that uncommon for the undertaker to make up their relatives, but my guess would be that it’s a big no no to embalm them even when you are the undertaker, which my neighbour definitely wasn’t. It’s amazing what an old boys club small town boomer friendship can result in.

As odd as he was and usually full of a barrel of terrible whiskey, I still miss him. We generally agree that he committed suicide.

You are welcome, me too. I am euthanizing my old dog tonight so I’m tender.

I accept your scorn.

Omigod

I sure will. He was absolutely hilarious and loved to death by us.

Thank you. I really do. He was delightfully bad and hilarious.

You really should buy a bedbug proof mattress cover and interceptors for the legs of your bed and furniture. Trust me when I say that an ounce of prevention will save you a lot of trouble, cost, and emotional trauma. Even if it costs more, buy then anyway.

Thank you. It is love and I love him dearly.

Thank you.

I’m on a real nostalgia hair metal bender lately. I forgot how good it is.