AND THIS IS THE DIRTY DOG WHO PUT BABY IN THE BIN; This Is a Cute, Tiny, Designer Hoodiewearing Chihuahua Called My Baby BOYFRIEND CHUCKED OUT BELOVED POOCH ..Then Let His Devastated Girlfriend Go Looking for Her Pet Every Night for Weeks EXCLUSIVE...
Here is another corona. It is a dog's butt hole. It is also circular. We arf amiliar with many but holes there's always a "but" this or "but" that as to why they can't do things properly. All creatures havecoronasthat go in circles. Viruses also havecoronasit is where they tak...
Beyond her role as an editor here at Mumsnet, Rebecca can be found balancing life as a working mum of two toddlers and when she’s not at her desk, you’ll likely find her at a local playgroup, in a nearby coffee shop, walking the dog, or hiding from her neighbour as she attempts...
Instead, we began by walking the dog first and took a circuitous route so she could conduct her ‘sniffari’ in her local environs. ‘That was long,’ said The Older Child when we got in, plopping herself down with a sigh. Next, I cleaned the pet bowls and put on a wash, tidied...
If you answered yes, then guess what, you’re privileged. Specifically, if you’re white, there’s a very high probability you’re not afraid that your child could be killed when walking down the street wearing a hoodie (AKA racial profiling) or that government agents will knock on your ...
I think the hoodie we’re taking from a fleece to a French terry, which is going to be really nice. So the French terry gives you that really nice, um, drape, but also gives you a really worn, um, kind of come kind of comfy for those cold Malibu evenings. Um, you guys want to...
But he could see I didn’t like that idea. And his eyes kept drifting to the crowbar in my right hand. I didn’t have to explain that this was his problem and that I didn’t intend to start walking around in a Born Loser T-shirt with “ARREST ME” on the back. ...
” And I walked away. But seeing them together lifted my spirits–which, given the world as it is today, was quite a feat. The obvious bond between them, the care the guy was taking with the dog, the trust the dog had in the guy — it was lovely, and I was weirdly proud of ...
And on that note, it’s time to put on my hoodie and fedora and get to hitting some beef. Figuratively speaking. I think. I normally write these “Five Minute Fridays” in hopes that I will actually motivate myself to write a full-length blog. I’m guessing that day will come on ...
That dog was my main interest. It was Saturday morning, we were at the local farmers market (which actually has a policy discouraging dogs, but that policy is almost universally ignored, for which I’m grateful). I keep my eye out for dogs at the farmers market because dogs do unpredicta...