**Hermes Chat**

TPF may earn a commission from merchant affiliate
links, including eBay, Amazon, and others

Status
Not open for further replies.
Dear Winky,
I have received your Meow a Wish request and have snuck out with Mom's credit card. Expect me on the 5:15 flight into La Guardia, and be ready to part-ay. We will partake of the biggest, baddest Chinese buffets, those mile high deli subs, and as many dirty water hotdogs as you can stand. Be prepared.

Love,
LilOB
Oops, I think Mom is onto me...:ninja:
 
Mindi, if you sit on LilOB while I squeegee out her buggers, I'll tackle HenHen's ears and eyes. Funny how these little beings can turn into octopuses at the drop of a hat! Btw, you need Black Pearl...looks like a South Sea pearl, slightly iridescent with a little green. Very cool.

Err, um, buggers? As in boogers? Err, uh, that's okay, thanks anyway, OB. Um, I'll just do Henry, that's fine, no problems here. . . .:sick: (*backing away slowly*)

Have I mentioned that I am squeamish about child effluvia? Don't know why, since clearly dogs have plenty of effluvia to offer, but. . . .
 
Err, um, buggers? As in boogers? Err, uh, that's okay, thanks anyway, OB. Um, I'll just do Henry, that's fine, no problems here. . . .:sick: (*backing away slowly*)

Have I mentioned that I am squeamish about child effluvia? Don't know why, since clearly dogs have plenty of effluvia to offer, but. . . .

Lol! I mean boogers not buggers. Yes, she's been particularly effluviant (effluviating? Effluvious?) recently with the cold and now the pollen count at its highest ever. Yay, allergies. And she won't let me touch her nose to clean it.
 
Lol! I mean boogers not buggers. Yes, she's been particularly effluviant (effluviating? Effluvious?) recently with the cold and now the pollen count at its highest ever. Yay, allergies. And she won't let me touch her nose to clean it.

I personally believe Fate watches me and has a laugh at my expense on a regular basis. I make my little "squeamish" post, and then IMMEDIATELY step into a pile of poo that Henry just deposited on the (carpeted) stairs. It was an urgent poo, IYKWIM, and I can't blame him--Based on the, um, pattern, I would say HenHen was booking for the back door and didn't make it. But man, oh man, oh man.
 
HenHen is now happily gnawing his Nylabone stegosaurus, not a care in the world. I, however, am in need of more zen, and thus am going off to put my leg behind my head. Back later, Peeps!
 
I feel sorry for the lurkers who stumble on these last few posts. Boogers, poo... Wait. We're missing pee! But not for long... You know that nylon kennel I've been using for Jinjy's crate training? He managed to unzip the door himself, climb in and use the litter box, which was fine. What wasn't fine was him peeing all over the nylon floor and I'd foolishly not put wee wee pads underneath. Jeeesh, what a clean up that was. The nylon kennel is Piss-tory.
 
Oh lilOB, you are such a girl after my own heart. Auntie Pugsy applauds your letter to Winky!

Restricter, he opened the zipper? LOL! Too funny. Charles can escape from his crate, I'll find him napping in a pile of pillows on the bed if I don't carribeaner (those climbing things?) his crate shut. (Or he once ate my brand new cookbook's cover. And a few Christmas tree ornaments)
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Top