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I do think talking to "strangers" helps to a certain extent even if they are no substitutes for real life friends, they are just as real in a way. It is just another way of relating to people I guess it is fairly new because only recently did we have the technology to enable us to talk to people anywhere in the world. I think this is a great opportunity to share with others.
posted by
marieclaire66
on October 10, 2006 at 9:51 PM
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Marie
Thank you for the kind words. I know people always wonder if the words from afar from virutal strangers help. I can only speak for me, but they really do. I think we have a lot of common denominators as humans. Even if you've had problems with dogs and can't relate to me on that level, you've known sadness and you've had good times, and that comes through in the sincerity. I can't relate to the bad times you've had in relation to dogs biting you, but I've been scared, and so I relate to that. The empathy and sharing is very helpful, even if it is a person you've never physically met.
Thanks,
Kim
posted by
terpgirl30
on October 10, 2006 at 2:20 PM
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I like your story, I feel a bit sad for you but still it is so sweet.
sounds like you have not had it too easy lately...anyway, I am scared of dogs and I always worry about being bitten which has already happened twice. I do like dogs once I get to know them, but the first encounter is always fraught with fear...I never owned one for myself but I am sure I could get very attached to a pet. My kids had guinea pigs and that was bad enough to see them go (the guinea pigs). Just in passing, I reread in my idle moment, your comment in Jazwolf post about being a Catholic, and going to confession, well I had to laugh, I too hated confession and had sins at the ready to spill out in case of emergency. The old priest reeked of red wine in the small confines of the confessional. I learnt the art of mumbling prayers to sound pious enough whilst having no idea what I was saying. All the funny rituals and rules we had to follow, what a wonderful set up for life. Anyway I did enjoy your doggie story and give the guilt back to where it belongs, the Catholic Church. Thanks.
posted by
marieclaire66
on October 9, 2006 at 8:14 PM
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Lou
Funny, funny comment. This dog owns me.
My ex was afraid of dogs. I got Trusty the year before my ex moved out. I had always had german shepherds and love large dogs. Trusty's legs are all of about 2-3 inches. I've always joked that he's the closest thing to a dog I could own. If you heard his voice, you'd laugh. A telephone solicitor heard him barking and asked me if he was a Rotweiller. Huh...He's a puny thing (height wise)
The ex had a thing that Trusty was never allowed to go upstairs in our home. The week the ex moved, I not only let Trusty upstairs; I let him sleep on the ex's side of the bed. I had NOOOOOO idea what I was creating then. He was truly entitled after that. If I have a sandwich, I'd better be picking some stuff out for him.
I thought he'd go with epileptic fits. He had some wild seizures. Yeah. What I found out was when my son was in elementary school/middle school, he was hiding cookies under his bed. Well, dogs can't have chocolate. They cause seizures. My son wouldn't dare confess about the cookies, but what we found out later was Trusty was finding the stash of cookies and cleaning him out. Then he'd have a seizrue. Sneaky doesn't begin to touch it. He's a mastermind sneak.
Thank you for the kind thoughts.
posted by
terpgirl30
on October 6, 2006 at 11:40 PM
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Micheal,
The old boy has been keeping us in the style to which we have become accustomed. But like you said, he still may be playing the food angle. He's still on antibiotics and the only way he'll take it is with a big lump of braunswager (?)
For all depressed he seems every so often, he has that Saturday Night Live Ronald Reagan thing going on. I had a steak sub last night. He got half of it. I had been with him pretty much at all times from them. I walked into the bathroom, and came out, and he had the wrapper from that steak sub (which I had tucked away or so I thought) He had the wrapper up against the wall and was licking any remnants of steak from it i the short time it took me to use the bathroom and get back out. The old boy still has it.
Ryan and I was watching him today. He has that sort of lethargic thing going---until he spots a take out food bag. Then his head lifts up, his tail wags at a wild rate, and he has that Trusty swagger (almost gallop) back. When he shuns McD's, I'll be worried.
They're laughing at me when I go to the drive in window. They think I'm eating and taking him for a ride. I get the large tea; he gets the food.
posted by
terpgirl30
on October 6, 2006 at 11:30 PM
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God Love You!
Ah Trusty must be a terrific friend. You surely have every right to be sad about his condition. It sounds like you have given yourself to him and he in return has done the same thing. Enjoy him and know you have done right by him. What else can lovers do?
Lou
posted by
Cameraeye
on October 6, 2006 at 8:14 PM
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Trusty
I think you do have it right that I'm his person that lives elsewhere and not that he is my dog that lives with you.
I keep thinking the right dog at the right time for both of us and for your kids.
Just to share one of my favorite Trusty stories. When I was dog sitting for you and trying to get him off the bed, he would close his eyes tighter and stretch out a little longer. Like a little kid who would try to convince you he was asleep and how could I think to wake him to make him get off the bed. Of course he won. Then the other dog got upset and I ended up with him on the bed also. , though Trusty would only let him sleep at the foot of the bed.
posted by
mikea18
on October 6, 2006 at 8:07 PM
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