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Originally Posted by Ourcrazymodern?
Silly, I've got a little story for you. Do you remember the epileptic dog, which I hated? I finally made too much noise about it and the distaff threw me out, stating "She'll be here long after you are."
Well, the barbiturates didn't help my bardo mate (the bitch)and they have since had her put to sleep.
Wrong with no rights, I have two questions:
1) Does this comprise irony?
2) How's Aric?
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Poor doggy...
I think that is a bit ironic though. Are ya happy now?
Aric's good. He's growing like a weed. His molars are coming in and there's been no end of Hell with the teething. We just can't seem to make him comfortable, but they'll be here soon enough. I can't believe he's already almost 15 months old!
He runs instead of walks and he's too smart for my good. He has figured out how to open doors and climb things to get what he wants. He's especially good with the lever handles my mom's got on her back door... and he looooves playing outside at Gramma's house. He's got a fascination with the toilet that makes me fear I'll find my keys in there one day (I ALWAYS keep them out of reach now), he's babbling now instead of whining all the time na dhe now says "baby" when he wants to be picked up. He owns the animals- they love him and hate him at the same time- except Abbey, our golden doodle. He'll throw himself on her and bury his face in her oh-so-smelly fur and cuddle to his heart's content, then beat the shit out of her with a toy. When she's had enough of it, she just gets up and walks away. The two are best buds.
How's life on everyone else's sides?