Emma and Harley are on an unexpected three-day weekend. I have explained to her that they MUST find a home by the end of it. He needs her, she needs a place of her own (everyone does, I don’t care what my mother says, everyone just does). He is almost not a dog. And he needs her. So, fingers crossed, house-finding by Friday.
Posted by: lunarmom | July 22, 2008
Differing devotion.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tags: Emma, Harely the Ancient Hospice Foster Dog
wow, harley’s still alive?
By: hanna on July 22, 2008
at 3:35 pm
Yes very much so, and today I got him to eat some batsmati rice with vienna sausages.
By: lunarmom on July 23, 2008
at 7:25 am
I think I’ve made dinners like that…
By: The Brother on July 23, 2008
at 11:15 am
We would expect nothing less from you. You obviusly got your mother’s cooking skills.
By: lunarmom on July 24, 2008
at 7:19 am
LIES! LIES AND SLANDER!
You know as well as I that I actually CAN cook well. I just don’t always have ingredients…
Or motivation…
By: The Brother on July 24, 2008
at 9:49 am
…or historically accurate appliances…
By: lunarmom on July 25, 2008
at 8:02 am
Well, there’s that, too. Of course, now I see pudding basins everywhere I freakin’ go!
By: The Brother on July 25, 2008
at 11:12 am