Barb, you should call the shelter and let them know at least, in case his people check there for him.
There are no absolutes. No right and wrong. Haven't you learned anything working for the Powers? There are only choices.
Jasmine ,'Power Play'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
brenda m - May 22, 2009 3:00:07 pm PDT #10698 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Jessica - May 22, 2009 3:08:25 pm PDT #10699 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
It was probably a toss-up between a picture of actual breastfeeding (BOOBIES!! AACCCCCKKK!!!!) and a picture of a kid with a doll (KID PRETENDING TO BE A PARENT!!! AAAAACCCKKK!!!). And I'm sure the angry letters would be coming from the same crowd either way.
Laura - May 22, 2009 3:20:22 pm PDT #10700 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
I was very casual about nursing everywhere at anytime. Adults pretend to not notice, but kids get curious and ask questions. Children don't find feeding babies sexual at all.
And of course I would nurse the boys in the airport because otherwise they would be acting up and crying and be at risk for the killing by the surly traveler. It was in the child's best interest.
Barb - May 22, 2009 3:21:21 pm PDT #10701 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
I would have, brenda, except they're gone by 4PM on Fridays.
Poor guy, he so desperately wants to be inside, but I won't do that until he's cleared. I feel much better knowing he's in the garage and safe in a crate given that it's still raining.
Beverly - May 22, 2009 4:16:10 pm PDT #10702 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
The wee beastie knew where the softhearted lady lived. Good on him. Or her?
Wow, Laura, now I want to go to Ft. Lauderdale just to not eat there.
No! I say we all go there, declare the food inedible and yell at the chef, en masse.
Sparky! Oops. Shh. She and Babyfras are probably napping now.
Barb - May 22, 2009 4:25:58 pm PDT #10703 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
The wee beastie knew where the softhearted lady lived. Good on him. Or her?
It's a him. And I've long suspected a target or neon sign visible only to beasties perched somewhere above my head.
Hil R. - May 22, 2009 5:31:00 pm PDT #10704 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
1. Ow.
2. I don't know anything about dogs.
3. Ow some more.
4. I don't know why I'm numbering this.
5. Why do the painkillers always make my brain all fuzzy long before they actually stop the pain?
Hil R. - May 22, 2009 5:46:38 pm PDT #10705 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I have now progressed to lying on the couch and whimpering. Stupid body. (This is why I try to schedule PT on Fridays. I know I'm going to be achy afterwards, so if it screws up my sleep or leaves me still achy the next day, at least it's not keeping out of a day that I'd usually be doing math.)
Hil R. - May 22, 2009 6:08:23 pm PDT #10706 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Nobody else around? Or did my whining kill the thread? Sorry. I'll try to stop whining.
WindSparrow - May 22, 2009 6:08:47 pm PDT #10707 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Poor Hil. Sucks to be so achy.
Lucky dog, to have happened on Barb.