The Isolated Blurt Thread XXVIII: Free Speech and Boobies!!!!!

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I was listening to country music, and observing again that the women seem to sing about reality and the men seem to sing about some Disney version of romance that doesn't actually exist.

Some new Grant Allen song was especially bad he's talking about some fickle woman that he's either just started going out with or just broken up with I'm not sure but he's quite sure she's going to miss him.

How can anyone possibly know what someone else's feelings are going to be like when they wander off? Above and beyond that why would you get involved with a woman that fickle in the first place?
 
Today is girl dogs last day with us. There is non dog safe food like cooked onions in her meatballs. It's really hard not to cry but I am determined not to, because it's about her not us.

The post about the dog being PTS was well timed for us.

Oh Elle. I'm so, so sorry. Give her a kiss from me.
 
I will, I will. :rose:

Its the first time I feel it's 'right' and it's been so hard. She was a gift, ( never give dogs as presents!) from a dog breeder, and not a breed I had considered, ( to be honest I thought they were the ugly ducklings of the group) but she has been the most amazing dog friend. Even when told I was being a gifted puppy, ( I was there for something else) I was told to pick one, my eyes were drawn to her and a sibling, the sibling was the breeder's pick, and she looked just like her mama, who I LOVED, a really cheeky funny dog, and so I picked her. And on the drive home she didn't sleep, or whine, but ginned, and laughed, and enjoyed attention and conversation. When we had a car with three front seats she sat between us, she loves cars, and she loved exploring. She used to wild swim with us, even though her body is totally the wrong shape for dealing with current she'd rather be with us and involved than waiting out of the fun, so we'd swim by her side and she'd grin.

A couple of years ago, when I could no longer swim, G and a friend and I took her and our dogs ( we still had three) to the beach on the south coast, and of the Labradors, and terriers and others, the only two who got in and swim with g were a game little jack Russell......and her, she stayed with me, then saw G was going to far out for her liking, so went out and brought him right back in. And came back to me for a hug of reward "one of us has to watch out for him and the little guy dog, right, Elle?"

We have been so very, very lucky to have her, she is a wonderful, clever and very funny person....not too goody two shoes, and often kept us on our toes, but loved with a heart we can now see beating, still strong, in the cage of her painfully obvious ribs.
I am glad you are having such fond remembrances during such a difficult time. Hold tight to those.
 
I will, I will. :rose:

Its the first time I feel it's 'right' and it's been so hard. She was a gift, ( never give dogs as presents!) from a dog breeder, and not a breed I had considered, ( to be honest I thought they were the ugly ducklings of the group) but she has been the most amazing dog friend. Even when told I was being a gifted puppy, ( I was there for something else) I was told to pick one, my eyes were drawn to her and a sibling, the sibling was the breeder's pick, and she looked just like her mama, who I LOVED, a really cheeky funny dog, and so I picked her. And on the drive home she didn't sleep, or whine, but ginned, and laughed, and enjoyed attention and conversation. When we had a car with three front seats she sat between us, she loves cars, and she loved exploring. She used to wild swim with us, even though her body is totally the wrong shape for dealing with current she'd rather be with us and involved than waiting out of the fun, so we'd swim by her side and she'd grin.

A couple of years ago, when I could no longer swim, G and a friend and I took her and our dogs ( we still had three) to the beach on the south coast, and of the Labradors, and terriers and others, the only two who got in and swim with g were a game little jack Russell......and her, she stayed with me, then saw G was going to far out for her liking, so went out and brought him right back in. And came back to me for a hug of reward "one of us has to watch out for him and the little guy dog, right, Elle?"

We have been so very, very lucky to have her, she is a wonderful, clever and very funny person....not too goody two shoes, and often kept us on our toes, but loved with a heart we can now see beating, still strong, in the cage of her painfully obvious ribs.

Beautiful and heartbreaking. You were lucky to find each other.
 


Man, oh, man, do I sleep. I am out like a light. I put my head down and I am gone. I don't even remember falling asleep.

There's nothing like a solid seven hours.



 
Scum rises to the top

To the surprise of no one, the top two posters in the Brexit thread are 4est_4est_Gump and a Queerbait alt.

A veritable triumph of post quantity over quality.
#PostCountUberAlles
#LookeeMEMommy!
 
Today is girl dogs last day with us. There is non dog safe food like cooked onions in her meatballs. It's really hard not to cry but I am determined not to, because it's about her not us.

The post about the dog being PTS was well timed for us.

I'm so sorry you have to go through this. It's awful and heartbreaking. I STILL cry when I think about having to let go of one of my dogs - it was in the heat of my divorce and moving and I didn't feel I got to say a proper goodbye. I'm glad you have gotten this time with her. :rose:
 
:rose:

Thank you.

Fwiw I am certainly not a rainbow bridge person, so....that is not needed :eek: but you've all patiently listened to me speak of her, especially recently, and she is a huge part of my life.

She has company now, and is entertaining but we are increasingly confident it's the right decision.
it's good you have today to say your final farewells, elle, and you were strong enough to do what's right for her.

she'll be beyond the struggle of living which has to be some comfort to you.

:rose:
 


Lit really should have a Politics Board.

That would get rid of all the idiotic political threads.



 
my dog ate onions once. having seen how she acted after that i think i'd choose a different path. inert gas asphyxiation, perhaps?
 
Letting go of a pet and the dear friend that they are, is by far one of the most painful things I've been through. They are so tender and caring makes it hurt my heart. When it happens, I honestly think to myself I'll never adopt again, it hurts too much.

I am so sorry for your pain, elle and god bless your sweetie.
 
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