Showing posts with label get well dude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label get well dude. Show all posts

October 20, 2008

Dear Florida: send these pups to me


Photo by Bob Self for the Florida Times-Union.

If only. As it happens, my hands are rather full at the moment with an ailing old pit bull, mom's little lamb, small enough to hold in one hand when I got him way back when and good lord how this dog has always loved food. He has never not wanted to eat. Right now I would give a toe to see him perk up at the thought of dinner. [Chicken, yum! Sure you don't want a lick...?]

So yeah, it kills me that of the 114 dogs confiscated from some ass clown in Jacksonville, 90 are dead and gone: put to sleep at the pound. I hope those pups find good homes. Oh, my little man, I remember when you were that size.

March 30, 2008

Get well soon!


Oh, crap.


Dear Bill,
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Heard you were under the weather and so am sending two adorable, tiny little Chihuahua puppies to New Hampshire to help you get better, because I'm sure their tiny little adorableness is just the medicine you need! OMG, you are going to have so much fun watching them herd the new lambies!

Best wishes,

Luisa, Piper, Sneak, Bounce, Grayling, Twig & Lu


[No, really, it'll be fine — they have OnStar.]