Waite's Dead
Well, when I checked this afternoon, Waite had passed. Apparently, I didn't do as good of a job caring for him, as he didn't want to be reincarnated. That's OK. I think I've had enough pets for a while.
My favorite line from "Seinfeld" came during "The Switch" episode, when George exclaims, "Do you ever just get down on your knees and thank God that you know me and have access to my dimentia?!?!" Here's your chance for that access. I'll write about different stuff, but feel free to throw out some topics for me, and you can bet I'll comment.
4 Comments:
Well it really sucks when your pet is happier staying dead than seeing your mug first thing every morning. Huh.
Strange thing- one of your ads was for a Math tutoring center about 2 miles from my house. Seriously! That is weird.
Well, maybe if I'd shown him my face first thing in the morning, that might have helped a little. I kept forgetting about him until about 4:30 or 5:00 in the afternoon, at which point he'd be pretty pissed off. I'd brush him until he wasn't pissed anymore, but then let him go for a while again.
And in case anyone cares, Waite made it to age 72. So my dats have made it to 73, 73, and 72. At least they've been consistent.
Hmmm, I would be concerned about the actual trend. Good thing you are taking a pet break.
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