Monthly Archives: April 2017
Two dogs make a lot of noise.
One dog not so much.
Turns out that old Gavin was the noisier of the two even though Lucy tends to bark more.
Lucy was looking for him today.
No matter how many beloved pets you have, it is always painful when you lose one.
During the night Gavin’s back legs began to fail to support him and he cried all night. By morning, after a dose of his pain medication, his walking improved by only a tiny margin.
We made a decision. I couldn’t see him go through another night the way his last night was. His vet gently sent him on his way.
At 15 years of age, the dear old boy took the record for the longest lived of our dogs.
I wish to thank all the people on Facebook for the lovely sentiments they expressed. They were a comfort to both of us.
Fly my handsome boy, your Patty is waiting on the other side for you.
Maybe she’ll fix this chronic cough. She’s sending me for some pulmonary tests since she did a peak flow test on me and I didn’t do great on it. First time I’ve done one.
I never did test well.
Always hated tests, and the two others she has lined up for me rank at about #1 and #2 in tests I don’t want, know I should have, and my old doctor hasn’t ordered them done in many years.
Maybe I should have worn this shirt?
Is still a #Twitiot.
I do believe #45 will go down in history not only as the absolute worse elected official ever, but also as the one with the most deserved derogatory nick names in the history of the world.
#Yam-in-chief, #Twitiot, #Cheeto, #Mango Mussolini, #Tiny-handed-tyrant, #theorangetroll, The Feckless Denizen of the White House (Greg Dworkin), Cheeto-Dusted Bloviator, and many more.
I have barely scratched the surface of the cheddar cheat’s nick names.
What’s your favorite?
There are days where I can’t wait for him to go up for his afternoon nap or to bed for the night.
Days where his voice alone makes me cringe in a ‘now what the hell does he want?’ bend of mind.
Those are the days where I’ve blasted past exhausted and landed into the “I can’t do it any more” zone.
Once he’s gone to bed for whichever… I feel as though I can …maybe…breathe for a minute.
The stress-tightened iron bands around my chest loosen…a little.
All to soon, he wakens to begin the cycle again.
Release the Kraken!
#Twitler tweeted: “No matter how much I accomplish during the ridiculous standard of the first 100 days, & it has been a lot (including S.C.), media will kill!”
Maybe if he had a brain, a heart, and some liquid courage the man with the tiny hands might be sort of human.
Yeah, like that’s going to happen.
You see a real president doesn’t rob the country blind, take away freedoms, and destroy the good done by his predecessors because his fragile ego and over-inflated importance can’t handle not being liked or given the impression he’s liked.
Sorry #Cheeto, you are probably the most hated man in the world now.
A real president is liked. Yes, even loved by his countrymen because he in turn loves them and does everything in his power to make their lives good, not the living hell #thewhitehouserat and his cronies have planned out for us.
Wake up people.
My magnolia tree didn’t put on its finery this spring. We’ve barely a dozen flowers on the tree. Instead of loads of blossoms the tree has started with leaves. So very saddening.
At least I have the pictures from previous years.
It’s painful to watch The Curmudgeon allow himself to circle the drain. His doctors have recommended exercise, physical therapy, and even swimming.
He refuses saying they only make him hurt more.
Fine. If you’re determined to do a slow death spiral, go ahead, but I refuse to be a part of it.
I will no longer participate in your idiocy.
I refuse to be egged into daily battles.
In the meantime, I intend to work on my health and well-being.
You can’t make this stuff up and be believed.
The #Twitiot is at it again.
Only the #Cheeto can misplace an aircraft carrier, and its retinue.