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One of those days when you are aware of the passage of time, and not in a good way.
I have to take another car to the knacker's. Our mini-van has been a dependable vehicle. I am sad that her frame is so rusted that she's no longer safe to drive.
In clearing out our detritus, I found the baggie of Cheerios I used to send with Buzz when he went with the vet staff to get his chemo. I encouraged them to give him lots, as they worked on him....
I found tennis balls. I found a soft frisbee.
After 18 years of dogs who loved playing with toys, all our toys have been still since Buzz died.
Sigh.
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Perhaps it's time, Vicki, to add a new puppy that will make use of the toys -- and brighten up the old guy's days.
I'm sorry. xxoo
The next Stanley who comes along should be yours.
Thanks, all.
Penni, I suspect you of ulterior motives....... :-)
I am wondering if I should get involved in fostering. I think I need to LOVE the next dog, and am not sure I can really achieve that without loving the dog before I commit..........
And -- I don't think Wilbur misses having a corgi around all the time. He doesn't miss having someone who bosses him and tells him he can't run around like a mad thing when he comes in from a chilly outdoors. He says that being able to some in, when he wants, on a cold day makes him Joyful. :-) He doesn't miss the Fun Police.
Buzz felt that behavior was intolerable, even before he was unable to run, himself............
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