Dawgluver
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Cute! I wondered where Wilson was hanging out these days!
Sweetness!
pleased to meet 'cha!
Or any that have been where that tongue was before it got the popsicle. But wait--are you sure there wasn't a typo in that?
I don't want no popsicles that are that colour.
Can't see any typos, just intentional bad grammar.Or any that have been where that tongue was before it got the popsicle. But wait--are you sure there wasn't a typo in that?
Right--you're a cat person and would not know dog people call frozen poo poopsicles if dogs eat them...TMI, and kitty poo out of the litter box (if dogs eat that) self-serve hors d'oeurves.Can't see any typos, just intentional bad grammar.
I have met more than one dog (one who was "my" dog) that is picky about what dog food they are served, but head straight for the gourmet cat poops. Just what I always wanted - doggy kisses with cat poop breath. Cat food breath is bad enough.Right--you're a cat person and would not know dog people call frozen poo poopsicles if dogs eat them...TMI, and kitty poo out of the litter box (if dogs eat that) self-serve hors d'oeurves.
My poor grandson! He will be 3 next month. They are just finishing the process of moving next door to my dad's house (he left the house to my daughter in his will) and have a lot of stuff to get rid of. She posted the following on Facebook this morning:
"Oops... Salvation Army came to pick up a TON of stuff... it was all set outside. When they got here Thomas said "What are they doing?!" I said "Oh, they're just taking our stuff" Poor lil Thomas started certifiably freaking out "NO NO NO! They can't take my sippy! Please no take my toys!!!" Poor kid, mommy shoulda worded that better, huh?"
Barbara L said:My poor grandson! He will be 3 next month. They are just finishing the process of moving next door to my dad's house (he left the house to my daughter in his will) and have a lot of stuff to get rid of. She posted the following on Facebook this morning:
"Oops... Salvation Army came to pick up a TON of stuff... it was all set outside. When they got here Thomas said "What are they doing?!" I said "Oh, they're just taking our stuff" Poor lil Thomas started certifiably freaking out "NO NO NO! They can't take my sippy! Please no take my toys!!!" Poor kid, mommy shoulda worded that better, huh?"
At least she wasn't really getting rid of his stuff! He just thought she was.Poor baby. Mommy's bad!
Addie said:I too am guilty of traumatizing my child. When Son #1 was small, it was so hot out. He was whiny so I sent him on an errand with ten cents in his hand. I told him to go to the store and get me ten cents worth of elbow grease. Don't come back without it. Have any of you seen that commercial for Home Depot for "Ask This Old House" where the men are trying to move a rock and mention needing some elbow grease? Then a panel truck pulls up filled with barrels of elbow grease. Well, every time it comes on, Son #1 does not let me forget it.
Not only didn't none of the stores let him know it was a joke, but they sent him on to the next store. I did let him keep the dime. Enough to get a big ice cold slush.