I sometimes talk and say the things I believe my dogs would say. Mostly I say things like this: food would be good; now; ready?; feed me; I'm starving; pet me; I love you pet me; I love you feed me; let's go. That's most of it. Then I toss in some insane comments and BrilliantEditor does his share of the insane comments, too.
Tonight I was talking to Sprocket and she told me that she didn't want me to clip her nails. She said, and I quote, "Don't cut my arms off. I hate it when you cut my arms off. I scream. It's bad. Don't do it."
So I trimmed her nails and for the first time in her life, I trimmed one too short.
I felt really bad. I still do. I would like to make it all better.
I can temper my guilt with this information, however. She told BrilliantEditor that I cut her arm off. What a little punk. I hate that.
Posted by dotty at January 12, 2004 12:23 AMITS ME AIR HEAD.... OR WHATEVER NICKNAME U GAVE ME
DEEP DOWN INSIDE SHE KNOWS YOUR HEART WAS IN THE RIGHT PLACE..... NOT QUITE SURE WHY PET SUPPLY STORES SELL THOSE DAMN CLIPPERS ANYWAY TO MUCH RISK IN CLIPPING TOO SHORT AND THEN HAVING TO RUSH TO E.R. MY MOM USE TO CLIP HER PARROTS NAILS AND WOULD SOMETIMES GO TOO SHORT FELT SO BAD WHEN THAT HAPPENED... SHE LOVES THAT BIRD TAKE CARE LOVE YOUR SITE.
EVERYDAY CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE NEXT