While watching t.v. the other night, I couldn't help relating to a character who refused to work alongside a former friend. They kept talking about some horrible past incident, how they both loved her, and how the former friend was responsible for whatever befell the ubiquitous her. This storyline went on for several episodes until the former friend accepted that his past deed was too horrendous to overcome and left. The other character pulls a picture out of his wallet to gaze at the her, who we now know is dead. When the camera pans over the picture, we see an image of a dog. I burst out laughing at this scene as I love my animals like they are my children. (The pic is of a plaque I have hanging on the wall in our hallway.)
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Whenever I used to tug my hair out during my child's teen years (and now she's a wonderful adult, BTW), a colleague just kept telling me, "Next life: Cats." And now that Darling Daughter is far away, our Mehitabel, Mercedes and, most of all, Bea Bea all serve as our surrogate children. Of course, they never ask for their curfews to be extended because we don't let them out at all!
Sophia, Lucky and Asia are my preciousssessss. They all are different and they all amuse me. I was going to say they don't talk back, but they do. They also don't do what I tell them to do and they cost money...so they are basically just like Sarai
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