i wrote a poem years ago called "but"..it is basically about loving/committing/being there for your pet with strings attached. kind of like a built in escape clause.
some of those "but" animals end up here.
too sad.
i have no idea what preacher thought he was up to last night, but he has pretty much trashed the laundry room. this morning i had to make a choice..blog or clean up his mess..guess which one i chose?
my apologies to the staff.
i'd like a built in "but" clause on preacher..man! that cat can and does get into EVERYTHING..he is almost worse than conan the barbarian (except conan intentionally destroys stuff and preacher just tosses shit around for fun.)
there are a few around here that it would have been nice to have escape clauses on...too freaking bad my word is my bond.
speaking of..two weeks today no smoking no cheating..looks like i am going to make it so my good and supportive friend pledge folks better start digging deep and paying up!
and this would be why backing ourselves into a corner without escape clauses might actually force us to do the right thing..like quitting smoking or heaven forbid...keeping our word to some vulnerable animal who needs us to be safe.
my two not so deep thoughts for the day...
dumping pets sucks so don't be a pet dumper.
AND
never start smoking, it is freaking hard to stop.
i don't think i have a copy of it anymore lenore, this was pre-computer!..i was never very good at saving stuff.