Midnighter
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Week's End
Before I get to some responses, I gotta share some bad news. Why? Because I think that sharing bad news with others helps one to bear the brunt of it, to better put it in perspective.
My dog, Chadwick (or just Chad as I call him), is steadily aging. About 9 and a half years old, in recent months, his back legs have started to fail him, and lately he's becoming more and more incontinent. With a new house, I just can't afford for him to mess up the carpet, so as of today I'm going to start keeping him in the garage.
Perhaps I should explain a bit about who Chad is and what he means to me. Chad's a tricolor Cocker Spaniel, purebred. Imagine a cocker colored like a Rottweiler, with a tuft of white on his chest, and that's Chad. Like many purebred Cockers, his snout is too short for his tongue, so even with his mouth shut, his tongue will stick out, and when he sleeps, it will snake out to rediculous lenghts, sometimes even bending at 90 degree angles as it gets stuck to the floor. He sneezes when I sneeze, and he often sleeps on his back, or sits back in a chair like a human, lounging like a professional couch potato. Floppy ears and brown eyes and a gentle temperment, he has always been a faithful and obedient companion. He knows when people are feeling happy, and he knows when people need cheering up. He knows when you're talking about him, even when you don't mention his name.
I suppose a lot of people project human qualities onto their pets, and I really don't know if it's healthy or normal or not. All I know is that I can hear him howling right now, and it's just breaking my heart.
*sighs*
Other than that a good day, I suppose. Work week is done, and time to relax and unwind and feed the mind.
Sailor> I could tell some stories about bad blowjobs I've gotten, but I haven't eaten yet tonight, and I may get queasy retelling the horrors. *heh*
kallima> Why do I get the feeling that when you bat your lashes, empires fall and kings are made? You remind me very of much of the adage: "Behind every good man, is a good woman." I know that may sound a little odd, but I mean it as only the best compliment. I associate that saying with the kind of women from the middle ages, who, although they could not own land, raise armies, or make policy, affected great change and made history in a time when women were barely second class citizens. Of course they usually did it through treachery, adultery and assassination, but I find that all the more exciting. *grins*
An apt comparison. Why is it that food and sex are so closely related? I consider myself an Epicurean. I mean I can REALLY enjoy a well-cooked meal, so much in fact that in borders on being really good sex. The ideal date for me, of course, is a romantic dinner, cooked in the home, and served al fresco. Night air, candlelight, a beautiful woman and fine aromas and delectable delicacies preparing the palate for the feast later on that night
justpet> *peers* I can see I'm going to have buy a new dictionary, now. Is peripetetic even a word? *frowns* I think you're yanking my chain *pokes*
I've actually already posted on your thread, and I shit you not, I've already forgotten what the post was about. I think I'm a candidate for premature Alzheimer's. *sighs*
Thank you for your kind words. Knowing I've made someone smile, just by being myself, is the absolute best kind of feeling I can get. Sex doesn't hold a candle to it, and as I may have mentioned, I adore sex.
Before I get to some responses, I gotta share some bad news. Why? Because I think that sharing bad news with others helps one to bear the brunt of it, to better put it in perspective.
My dog, Chadwick (or just Chad as I call him), is steadily aging. About 9 and a half years old, in recent months, his back legs have started to fail him, and lately he's becoming more and more incontinent. With a new house, I just can't afford for him to mess up the carpet, so as of today I'm going to start keeping him in the garage.
Perhaps I should explain a bit about who Chad is and what he means to me. Chad's a tricolor Cocker Spaniel, purebred. Imagine a cocker colored like a Rottweiler, with a tuft of white on his chest, and that's Chad. Like many purebred Cockers, his snout is too short for his tongue, so even with his mouth shut, his tongue will stick out, and when he sleeps, it will snake out to rediculous lenghts, sometimes even bending at 90 degree angles as it gets stuck to the floor. He sneezes when I sneeze, and he often sleeps on his back, or sits back in a chair like a human, lounging like a professional couch potato. Floppy ears and brown eyes and a gentle temperment, he has always been a faithful and obedient companion. He knows when people are feeling happy, and he knows when people need cheering up. He knows when you're talking about him, even when you don't mention his name.
I suppose a lot of people project human qualities onto their pets, and I really don't know if it's healthy or normal or not. All I know is that I can hear him howling right now, and it's just breaking my heart.
*sighs*
Other than that a good day, I suppose. Work week is done, and time to relax and unwind and feed the mind.
Sailor> I could tell some stories about bad blowjobs I've gotten, but I haven't eaten yet tonight, and I may get queasy retelling the horrors. *heh*
kallima> Why do I get the feeling that when you bat your lashes, empires fall and kings are made? You remind me very of much of the adage: "Behind every good man, is a good woman." I know that may sound a little odd, but I mean it as only the best compliment. I associate that saying with the kind of women from the middle ages, who, although they could not own land, raise armies, or make policy, affected great change and made history in a time when women were barely second class citizens. Of course they usually did it through treachery, adultery and assassination, but I find that all the more exciting. *grins*
An apt comparison. Why is it that food and sex are so closely related? I consider myself an Epicurean. I mean I can REALLY enjoy a well-cooked meal, so much in fact that in borders on being really good sex. The ideal date for me, of course, is a romantic dinner, cooked in the home, and served al fresco. Night air, candlelight, a beautiful woman and fine aromas and delectable delicacies preparing the palate for the feast later on that night
justpet> *peers* I can see I'm going to have buy a new dictionary, now. Is peripetetic even a word? *frowns* I think you're yanking my chain *pokes*
I've actually already posted on your thread, and I shit you not, I've already forgotten what the post was about. I think I'm a candidate for premature Alzheimer's. *sighs*
Thank you for your kind words. Knowing I've made someone smile, just by being myself, is the absolute best kind of feeling I can get. Sex doesn't hold a candle to it, and as I may have mentioned, I adore sex.

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