Reply #6: rumpel

[stellanoir]

OKAY

I'm coming straight over to abduct your newfie for a little "time out" period.

I've always especially LOVED newfies.

There was one named Henry who used to walk with his mistress up and down the street where I read in the mid 90's.

I was the reader and worked with all these college clerks who were always pining away over their impossible boyfriends.

So I mocked them by pretending to pine for Henry by saying stuff like, "Oh that bandana he's wearing is all WRONG for him. It's simply not his color. His mistress clearly doesn't understand him the way I do."

I was having great fun.

Yesterday I had a bumblebee in the house who my son's cat decided to hunt and boy oh boy did that bee got quite irate. I thought, "Oh great. One of us will get stung."

I found myself talking to the bee. "The window is that way." LOL

Then I opened the window wider and went out into the garden and hoped for the best. It worked. Phew.

I guess it's long past time to put the screens up.

But seriously, when my son's cat brings in his "trophies" of wounded rodents and birds, I really don't like finding myself in the dilemma of wondering whether it's more ethical to take the animal back outside to probably die a slow and torturous inevitable death or just let nature take its course.

I hope you and your pooch have made peace by now .

:grouphug: