Hello readers, who read. This. You PEOPLE. I thank you for standing by — for like, years? — while I “collect my thoughts.” Heh. Which means “Oh she has a puppy and she is near death and cannot deal with it all, plus the PTSD and all the major depression.” Not to put a “damper” on your day.
Which reminds me. Personal opinion time. Because the rest of the site is all scholarly research with annotations and unimpeachable citations.
I think “move on” or “you must move forward” are possibly the most annoying phrases in the English language. Who says we must (or can?) move on? Why can’t we righteously wallow and carry on when severely permanently wronged by evil and its minions? There is a reason it’s called evil (or, in the vernacular, “fuckheads and asshole-psychos”).
Why can’t we accept and embrace even, that such evil DOES exist and these fuckers without conscience are among us more sensitive types doing unto us in manners most foul? Fuckers with greedy minds and low IQs, whatever, right?
I think the better course is to at least try to make the “perps” enjoy at least a sort of mild yet perpetual humiliation, vague though it may be. A novel perhaps. Any resemblance … disclaimer.
On to the highlight reel of the day re: PUPPEH. An audio sample. Get some good headphones first. NSFW. Enjoy.
No animals were harmed in the recording of the audio. Also, it is extremely important that you are familiar with the script to the film The Big Lebowski or you will “miss” the “humor” of many things I write that I think are “funny.”
BIG UNIVERSALLY-ACCEPTED TALKING POINT I SHALL NOW DISPUTE:
English Labs are much more calm than the so-called American Labs.
I’ve heard and read that everywhere. I’m on my third Lab now. The other two having been “American.” And I’m here to tell you that so far this “English” Lab is not showing the slightest sign of being a laid-back couch potato. I know, “puppy.” No. Clues should not be ignored. Good idea to be inquisitive on the alien planet and bend down over the strangely enticing “pod.” It’s just a neat flower life-form or something.
The best way I can explain the current temperament of this beast of mine, adorable “English” Lab though he may be, is with a couple of illustrative photos.
Here is a shot of my much-calmer-than-American-Labs “English” Lab:
Pip pip! I’d like a finger with my afternoon tea.
And here is another shot. Same dog. I could be wrong here, because I’m just an innocent light-headed blood donor so far, but I’m not seeing the “calmer” part of the “English Lab” as compared to the rowdy unruly leggier sporty “American” Lab:
I went to the pet store and had a name tag with his phone (mine, I guess?) number on it and an all caps desperate plea, in case he is ever “lost.” It reads, GET ME HOME! on one side. The tag is a nice black matte and I wanted to add something else that anyone who ever “found” my dog might want to know. No way will I ever “lose” my dog, of course, this is just responsible pet ownership (he’s also microchipped) and a dose of Lebowski.
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