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Lonnng day

Every now and again, I apparently need to be reminded that Terry is a delicate little flower and that her plumbing isn’t designed for surprises. No siree. Those Milk Bones that I bought her for a treat turned on both of us and this morning the kitchen was a horror show when I came downstairs. And, unfortunately, the process is still on-going. That poor dog. Her insides are a wreck and, at this point, so are mine. It’s all I can do not to clap my hand over my mouth and run for the bathroom just thinking about it. I’ll leave it to your imagination what happens when I’m in the middle of mopping up after her. Long day.

Posted on 03/05/07 at 01:43 PM
 




justme

Oh my. No thank you. I am running for the bathroom every time E starts to cough and hack up flem, ewwwwwwwwwwww.

United States   Posted by justme on 03/06/07  at  07:14 AM





Kate

Sounds as if we both had a wonderful day!

Did you go to the doctor???

United States   Posted by Kate on 03/06/07  at  07:40 AM





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