Comment drama, and dog drama too. Plus, a migraine!

Yesterday's comment section was most dramatic. I got a migraine, and did not check them all night, so when I got up this morning, I was all…

52825901Yesterday, I asked you what you wish your significant other was doing that he isn't, and we got some interesting responses, including, "I wish mine weren't dead." Which is awful. I felt bad for everyone who said that one. I would feel bad if Ned were dead. You know. -ish. Do I have to raise his cat? I'll bet I have to raise that fucking cat. Just what I need. Imagine if I were dead. Ned would be saddled with four new children, including Edsel!

One woman in the comments yesterday, Lonely Heart, commented, and I read her comment thoroughly and felt sad for her. Well, then ANOTHER commentor said she was angry that no one responded to Lonely Heart, and that my comment section is a giant clique, and I thought, "It is?"

Then YET ANOTHER commentor said, "Someone DID respond to Lonely Heart. Look at comment 117." And I thought, "There were 117 comments? Dang." I see the comments in my email, and rarely go to my actual blog page to look at them. In fact, I STILL haven't looked, so for all I know there WEREN'T that many and I'm making shit up.

Anyway, here's what I think, since you asked. I think people who've been commenting forever tend to respond to each other more often because they know each other well and know what they can get away with. Like, I knew I could tease Cheech about her poor dead boyfriend, and I know I can tease bettydh about having sex with her husband 47 times a week. I know they won't get mad.

As for supportive statements, I don't really go in for that sort of thing. I'm more the cynical, make-fun-of-you type. I know. I'm horrific. But it's the way of my people.

It's like that time my Aunt Sue won a bunch of money at the casino, and she called my Uncle Jim to tell him, and to let him know she was on her way home. Then later she called, really upset. "There's been an accident," she said. "The car tipped over. It was really scary. I thought I was gonna die."

My uncle said he sat on his end of the phone wondering how soon he could ask about the money. "How's the money? Is the money okay?" he wanted to ask. He knew inquiring right away would be crass. Ten minutes in? Would that be acceptable?

Finally, Aunt Sue said, "I didn't lose the money."

"Oh, who CARES about the money!" said Uncle Jim.

See. That's my bloodline. So.

And I have seen people, like Sadie, welcome new commentors, and I think we can all make an effort to be more welcoming to new people. Do I have to be kind and fake at first? Do I have to be all, "WELCOME!" or can I be all, "You got any treats?" Which is what Tallulah would say.

Oh, and Marvin commented for the first time in years. WELCOME, MARVIN! You got any treats?

Speaking of Tallulah, she and I schlepped her stigmata foot to the vet yesterday. You should see it. It's just this big hole in her footie. And a terrible rawness on her pad, too. Talu knows each trip to the vet means a Happy Meal after, so she was down with it.

When we got there, this old lady with a fat dog was CRAWLING into the lobby. I was just there to drop Lu off, and get her at noon, because work is particularly insane right now and I can't take time off. But you know how Lu is when shes's on a leash, and I just wanted this woman to whip in there and get a room. So to speak.

But no. She was all stopping and talking to her fat dog. And playing with him, and I'm all, "GET THE FUCK IN THERE WITH YER FAT DOG ALREADY." Finally, I choked up on Lu's leash and walked in, holding Lu zero inches from my body. I sort of shouted to the receptionist. "Yes, I'm here to drop off Tallulah?"

Of course they weren't ready yet. So I had to stand there and hope my dog didn't go over and murder Fat Dog in cold blood. Truth be told, she wasn't even acknowledging him, and it might be that Edsel brings it out in her, and vice versa.

Then of course someone came OUT of a room with a Schnauzer. She seems particularly hateful of Schnauzers. "GodDAMMIT," I thought, getting sweaty.

When some asshole with two teensy dogs walked in, and I like how I get mad at people for taking their dogs to the vet like I'm the ONLY ONE WHO HAS THE RIGHT, I shouted over to the receptionist again. "Can you just call us from the parking lot? My dog is gonna have a fit with all these dogs in here."

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In the meantime, Talu was like this. She was calm as you please. I know I looked like a total asshole, but she gets one low growl going all of a sudden and then it's devil chaos dog.

"We can put you in a room right now," they said, and I know everyone in there thought I was an asshole, plus also THIS WAS A DROPOFF. But they did get her pretty quickly, and I got her at lunch and learned she has, um, something with lick in the title. Lickalottapuss or something. In other words, she liked a hole in her foot.

Now my dog is as neurotic as me. It was probably from allergies, which she's always had. Anyway, now she's getting drops, and antibiotics and pain meds. Poor Luis.

But then we went to McDonald's! I told the Millennials at work that's what I was doing, and you'd think I'd have said I was taking her out to a field and shooting her. "So, she gets a clean bill of health and you take two years off her life."

Oh, fuck you. One little Happy Meal a year won't kill her. She dines on cat poop on the regular. Oh, but a HAPPY MEAL. People need to calm down.

Here's Lu, all Happy Meal anticipatory.

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it so wurth goeeng to vets

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Have you ever tried holding half a hamburger in one hand and photographing your eager dog with the other? Do you people even appreciate what I do for you? Do you? It's all for you, Damien. All for you.

Last night, when I was felled with that migraine, Ned brought me some ice and my pills and sat next to the bed. "What'd you do to get a migraine?" he asked. "Did you eat anything bad?"

"No," I said, my hand dramatically resting on my head.

"What'd you eat today?"

"Well, for lunch, Tallulah and I had Happy Meals."

"Wow. What about dinner?"

"I had Spaghetti-Os."

Ned shut off the light and left the room.

83 thoughts on “Comment drama, and dog drama too. Plus, a migraine!

  1. I just have to vent. Last night I mentioned I was going to bed early, because migraine and I hadn’t taken my medicine in time to stop it, and Larry says, “What do you think caused a headache?”, all serious and medical-intern-like, as if this isn’t something that happens AT LEAST 4 TIMES A WEEK for the past DECADE and as if he thinks I have the answer to a question that still stumps medical researchers.
    So I told him it was the shirt he was wearing. Too loud.

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  2. Whole comment is lovely, but the last two sentences, yes!
    What a dick thing for a vet to say. I have said the same thing (a bit more diplomatically) when potential adopters look askance at estimated annual vet costs, but to responsible long-time owners with a sick pet?
    Help find an alternative, asshole!

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  3. YES!!! It’s the repetitiveness! Drives me bonkers. My family (parents, siblings, kids, cousins) all know that if they pop and chomp their gum in front of me, I will remove it from their mouths.

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  4. I love Lu’s face. Not so much the drama. When I clicked on Marvin’s link – right then I knew. Welcome back to the fold, Marvin ex-Gardens!
    Love this post June. Any post with an Uncle Jim story is an instant hit with me. I am totally a Jim. My go-to sympathetic stance is a wise crack. Sometimes it helps. Sometimes it’s another way that I annoy. Like a licking dog, I am.
    Oh! And we make our own dog food, too. Remember my little fluff ball Bella who was supposed to die a year ago because – no chemo in our budget? We started cooking for her and she’s doing better than ever. My vet was the one who said “if you can’t afford the vet, you can’t afford the pet”. Blow me.

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  5. When I was young and all of us kids lived at home my little brother had allergies. And when we would all pile onto the floor in front of the t.v. he would start with the sniff, wait for 3 or 4 seconds and then SNIFF and it would go on and on. It got to where that was ALL any of us could hear and we would yell at him and throw pillows at him. He was completely oblivious because he did it all the damn time.
    Maybe we all had the misophonia except for him?

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  6. Crap, accidentally posted by comment on yesterday’s post instead of this one. Oh well, it wasn’t terribly clever or funny anyway.
    I have misophonia, too, DeDe and Sandra. Little, repetitive noises, taps, clicks, etc, and the sound of people eating and drinking make me stabby. It’s like those little noises drowned out all other sounds in my environment.

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  7. Misophonia. I am pretty sure I have it. I get so rage filled by people’s chewing noises, breathing or throat clearing. This lady called me at work the other day and as we were talking she started chomping down on something crunchy, I almost had to hang up the phone!!

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  8. The windows link to Marvin’s comment cracked me up. Does this mean we need to send Marvin a Friend request on FB?
    I’ve met some really nice people from this blog, Sadie, PJ, Fay, Beverly, Laurie, Hulk, NotChole, Beverly’s neighbors that are puzzled about us, and hoping to meet more of the Atlanta peeps in the future.
    My goodness, I missed almost half the comments from yesterday. I had to go back and finish reading them. When any commentor shares with this group things in their life that are causing pain, my heart goes out to them. I don’t always respond back, not because I don’t feel sympathy for you. To all of you in very difficult situations right now, I am so sorry.

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  9. I love Stillwater! In ancient times I got my hair cut there. The St. Croix, so, so pretty. A great Mexican place on a side alley up the hill, and all the fun shops, etc.
    My little corner of So Mpls has my hair salon (25 steps), my oriental rugs cleaned (30 steps), and my vet (35 steps). Across the street I have a flower shop, nail salon, #1 ranked restaurant, golf club hospital, and a middle school. All that’s missing is an antique shop, but they are pretty close as well. Love being a city girl!

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  10. Just reposting here because I never know if old post comments are abandoned or what…
    I mostly lurk because I don’t always think to read the comments, as I use a feed reader and don’t see them.
    Lonely Heart’s message spoke to me because I could have written it almost verbatim a year or so ago. I didn’t really mean what I said as advice, and I’m sorry if that’s how it came across.
    I just wanted to share my story in case it might help. I’m still lonely, and Danish men are some of the most passive I’ve ever come across. Which sucks because so many of them are so sexy! But I’m living life on my own terms now and that’s the best thing for me. Maybe it’s not for others. My only regret at this point is that I stayed in that relationship for ten years too long, simply because I was afraid of what might happen if I left. As it turned out, it wasn’t the end of the world.
    And I can’t believe there’s another reader from DK on here! Hi, S!

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  11. I had a Shih-Tzu who scratched himself and chewed hot spots on his back. and the vet prescribed prednisone same as everyone else. He told me we could do allergy testing but the treatment would be the same regardless. With dogs it’s either food or environment. Can’t do much to change the environment other than to move, so I started researching and making my own dog food. I have been making it ever since. Four dogs later, it is still a once a week event in my house to make a pot of dog food.
    I think a lot of the lick-scratch-itch things especially on the feetses is from the grass. Either the grass itself or something in the grass that they are allergic/sensitive to.
    P.S. I forgot to tell y’all how upset I am that Linda in CO was here in SA and did NOT call me! Obviously, I am not in the cool clique. : )
    Please know that you are all welcome here and please do get in touch as I would be most happy to drive you around and feed you and generally show you a good time.

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  12. I keep coming back here to comment again and then I get interrupted at work and why wasn’t I born filthy rich? Then I could comment whenever I wanted. GodDAMNit.

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  13. I keep coming back here to comment again and then I get interrupted at work and why wasn’t I born filthy rich? Then I could comment whenever I wanted. GodDAMNit.

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  14. I keep coming back here to comment again and then I get interrupted at work and why wasn’t I born filthy rich? Then I could comment whenever I wanted. GodDAMNit.

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  15. Kate, Carter was on a super low dose (I can’t remember the dosage) but really we had no other options, he was licking and scratching himself raw. The vet made it clear that I knew I was probably shortening his life span by keeping him on the med all the time. We got him when he was three and he went on the meds at about the age of six or seven and he died at 14 which is dang good for a beagle. Oh how I loved that dog.

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  16. Yes, I think next year might be the time for the Midwest PiExtravaganza, Carol in Mgdsjspods. And yes, girl, next time I’m up in the Twin Cities, will give you a heads-up for a meet-up! Usually we’ve been to Stillwater at least three times by now but have only visited once early Spring. Crap, I think spring isn’t capitalized. I learned that from June yesterday by way of a Dear AA note.

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  17. Poor itchy puppies… breaks my heart whey they are uncomfortable. My friend has a lab who licks, licks, licks and then licks some more on her feet. she doesn’t lick them raw though, so I think her sitch is just a nervous habit. I try and be understanding but I can’t be around that dog for very long. I think I have that “annoyed by sounds” condition, I can’t remember the name of it, but it’s a real thing!

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  18. Lovely post, June–pure Junius. The Uncle Jim story and the Spaghetti-Os story will make convenient samples (back story helpful but not required) to tempt people into the BBP vortex.

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  19. We’ve done the raw food thing, I cooked him chicken and vegetables, venison and rice, all kinds of different combos. We bought every kind of $100 a bag food, there was even kangaroo and sweet potato or some nonsense. Still with the gunk in his ear and the licking of the paws. They can’t figure out what he’s allergic to. I thin it’s the carpet in our apartment bc he never had this problem before we moved here. Prednisone is the only thing that helps but the vet says we can’t keep him on it all the time. I need to go to Amish Annie’s vet! Benadryl doesn’t help unless I give him enough to basically render him a zombie, which isn’t fair or fun for anyone!

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  20. It appears that “get a life” has become the all-purpose signal for “I don’t like what you just said.” It was funny when Captain Kirk said it. Decades ago.
    You have my sympathy. So do lots of people whose comments I clumsily don’t respond to.

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  21. PJ, I STILL REMEMBER the boy who sat behind me in my 5th grade class who told me to get a life when I turned around to listen to him talk to someone. Those words stung and are remembered these bazillion years later.
    Sensitive much? Why, yes I am. Why do you ask?

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  22. Me thinks thou dost protest too much. Hmmmm, I was wondering what I was going to have for lunch. That being said (PJ), maybe I’ll join Anita in a drink instead.

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  23. One time I posted 3 times in a row and a fellow commenter who shall not be named but I REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE, said I should get a life.
    Well, ride the rude, as I say.
    That being said, (for all of you who adore those words) I came back here solely for the purpose of looking at that second picture of Lu-Lu-Love. It is perfectly done. The next time I go to the mall (when hell freezes over) I am going to look for a scarf that is the same color as my gums. That is such a put-together look.

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  24. We spent bazillions once on our lickity lick lick dog. Allergy shots, doggie dermatologist, special meds, being kept awake in the night by the poor dog’s licking, prednisone that made her pee all over the house, you know the scene. One day I was sitting on the porch and noticed that he liked to lie in a certain spot. Looking carefully I saw that that spot was shared by the teeny tiniest bitsiest ants you have ever seen. Hmmm, said I. Bye bye dear little ants who mean no harm.
    Are you going to be surprised when I tell you no more licking? I wanted my bazillion dollars back. My doggie was allergic to ant bites.

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  25. I agree with you Kate, that is definitely the definition of Hell.
    When we first got our dog in 2004 she developed a terrible licking scratching problem. Her front paws were bloody and it was awful. The vet said it could be a food allergy so we started giving her fresh food everyday, chicken with peas and carrots twice a day along with Benadryl. the Benadryl turned her into a zombie and the problem got worse. We finally took her to a dermatologist who looked at her and in two seconds said “mites”. By this time, our lovely aussie shepherd/lab mix was almost completely bald. With some antibiotics to kill the mites she finally stopped licking and chewing her feet off. Over time her hair grew back and she’s been healthy ever since. I will try and find the picture of her at her worst and post in on the FB page.
    I also comment sporadically and admit that sometimes I feel sad when no one responds to a post but then I have to remind myself I am a small fish in a big wonderful, funny, sometimes sad, always real pond. I am happy to be a part of the June community.

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  26. Feel free to talk smack about me anytime June. Also, I think digging in a litter box for a freshly made kitty snack is the dog version of bobbing for apples.

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  27. The problem with the internet, email, comment boards, etc., is that intent and tone are easily misconstrued and quiet sympathy is unseen and interpreted as apathy. Y’all, if you post something sad (here or anywhere) please know that I feel sad for you even though I probably won’t post a reply. I think that goes for most people because it seems like whenever there is a sad story on the internet the majority of the comments are from jerks. For example, a local ice cream place near me is changing owners in the near future and the elderly current owners announced that they are closing early (and suddenly) for the season. I assumed they had some sort of elderly emergency or are just exhausted or can’t get enough help with students back in school. But you would think that ice cream was lifeblood, since there was a flood of asshole rants on their FB page.

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  28. My dog licks her foot too. She’s white (tiny dog, snack for Lu) and her paw is all brown (because – and I swear this is true – she has to drink filtered water and bathe only with whitening shampoo or she turns dingy brown and her eyes get gross). My god she’s high maintenance.
    I’m outside and I’m pretty sure the neighbor two acres over (what? I’m from rural Iowa, that’s how we refer to land) heard me cackling when you mentioned you’d have to raise Ned’s cat.

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  29. Annie-belle,
    You have an open invite to meet up with me and any other Twin Citians any time you might visit our fair cities! I guarantee it would be fun.
    The summer kind of flew by, and it looks like our Midwest Pie Peep Extravaganza will have to wait till next year, but hey, maybe we can coerce some others to join up with us (perhaps Joobie & Ned need a road trip to fabulous Minnesota). This has been the best weather summer ever!

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  30. Uncle Jim story is a hoot.
    Love this post.
    My dog is going through a scratchy, licky time right now. While I feel bad for her, it drives me insane. She can look a bit like a schnauzer so maybe I’ll bring her by to let Lu go Pit on her ass.

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  31. Ned shut off the light and left the room. I’m dying!! Too funny! Is Ned a head shaker?
    Best wishes to all.
    Marvin, you may have felt as though the door closed. Glad you found a window.

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  32. That first picture made me laugh out loud and the Millenials giving you a hard time made me giggle as did lickalottapuss. And the Spaghetti-Os and Happy Meal conversation with Ned. Plunk.
    It was nice to see Marvin in yesterday’s comments.
    One of my beagles had allergies so bad, he was on prednisone his whole life. I was always concerned it would shorten his life span but ol’ boy lived to be 14. If I missed a pill, licklicklickscratchscratchscratch.
    Oh my gosh, when I read Tami in NV’s comment that someone yelled read the effing comments the first time she commented, I immediately though oooooo that totally was Joob.
    Lovely post, June, once again.

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  33. Poor T, I have a foot licker too, until the day he dies, fortunately he’s never licked a hole. Oh, and around here, they are known as cat snacks and they are a delicacy, fish flavored. It’s better than the wild rabbit nuggets. My dogs are not vegan.

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  34. Love the Aunt Sue and Uncle Jim story – and I get that because for the most part I am Uncle Jim (my husband would be Aunt Sue). Often things get right past me with no reaction at all while everyone around me is all “oooh are you OK?” There are a couple of situations where I’m not though: anyone who feels bad about themselves due to their weight and anyone who is in a troubled relationship. Those get me every time.
    Anita you are quite the sleuth. It never occurred to me to click on Marvin’s hyper link.
    Glad Lu is on the mend and really glad she got her Happy Meal. Millenials, like every other generation think they know it all but really, they don’t. Not so glad you got yours along with the migraine dessert.

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  35. Damien? I thought my name was Sandy. I think I’ll go across country on a motorcycle this fall and see if I can find myself. After falling down this rabbit hole it may take a while.
    The first picture? Pure genius. Thank you, dear faithful June, for being pure genius.

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  36. Paula, I often say that hell would be that dog licking noise for eternity. After a few minutes, it fills me with a burning RAGE.

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  37. I don’t think I’m part of a Pie clique. I’ve made friends here, but I think I’m just openly pathetic and people here are very kind. I’m sorry if Lonely Heart didn’t feel that kindness yesterday. I think it is here for everyone.
    But, now I feel weirdly uncomfortable…and I can’t think of anything funny to deflect. So, I will just stay quiet until I do think of something funny. Might be a while…
    Best to all. Especially Lu!

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  38. Although I don’t remember who it was I am absolutely sure it was NOT you, June. But thank you anyway. It thickened my online skin! Thank you also for writing this blog and your PC articles. I’ve said this before, but you (and the readers/commenters) have no idea how your humor brightens up my day. Adore you all!

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  39. They’re so judgy! Our vet always calls with the news and says, “Onyx has an ear infection – AGAIN.” We’ve tried every damn dog food there is and countless other things. If the VET can’t figure out what he’s allergic to, then what are we supposed to do?!

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  40. First of all, I ADORE your Uncle Jim and the car wreck/money story.
    Secondly, BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR HAPPY MEAL REWARDS, JUNE, I now take my dog to McD’s after she gets her nails clipped, for Chicken McNuggets. (Or whatever they’re called. Ok, we call them McTurds. Sue me.) Not after the vet though, because there’s no fast food on the way. And she’s more nervous about the nail clipping than the vet’s anyway; I think because she was a racer and figures her feet are her moneymakers.
    Thirdly, she (still talking about the dog here) licks everything on her entire body and it makes me insane. The constant lapping noise is annoying and makes me feel like she’s on that floating door after the Titanic sank and she’s not moving over to let me on. (Really Rose? Move the f*ck over, you door hog.) (1997 called….)
    I’m sure there’s a fourthly, let me go read again.

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  41. First of all, I ADORE your Uncle Jim and the car wreck/money story.
    Secondly, BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR HAPPY MEAL REWARDS, JUNE, I now take my dog to McD’s after she gets her nails clipped, for Chicken McNuggets. (Or whatever they’re called. Ok, we call them McTurds. Sue me.) Not after the vet though, because there’s no fast food on the way. And she’s more nervous about the nail clipping than the vet’s anyway; I think because she was a racer and figures her feet are her moneymakers.
    Thirdly, she (still talking about the dog here) licks everything on her entire body and it makes me insane. The constant lapping noise is annoying and makes me feel like she’s on that floating door after the Titanic sank and she’s not moving over to let me on. (Really Rose? Move the f*ck over, you door hog.) (1997 called….)
    I’m sure there’s a fourthly, let me go read again.

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  42. First of all, I ADORE your Uncle Jim and the car wreck/money story.
    Secondly, BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR HAPPY MEAL REWARDS, JUNE, I now take my dog to McD’s after she gets her nails clipped, for Chicken McNuggets. (Or whatever they’re called. Ok, we call them McTurds. Sue me.) Not after the vet though, because there’s no fast food on the way. And she’s more nervous about the nail clipping than the vet’s anyway; I think because she was a racer and figures her feet are her moneymakers.
    Thirdly, she (still talking about the dog here) licks everything on her entire body and it makes me insane. The constant lapping noise is annoying and makes me feel like she’s on that floating door after the Titanic sank and she’s not moving over to let me on. (Really Rose? Move the f*ck over, you door hog.) (1997 called….)
    I’m sure there’s a fourthly, let me go read again.

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  43. Speaking of fat dogs. Last time I was at the vet someone brought in one of those low rider dogs for a nail trim. It was not only really fat but it’s nails were so long they curled to the side. It was awful!
    Also, I loved that Aunt Sue story. I am Totally Uncle Jim.

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  44. Dear June,
    Thank you for photographing your dog with one hand and for blogging every day and being late for work as a result and driving all your friends crazy with your infernal camera. Thank you for doing this since 2006. I won’t point out how you typed fast and made ONE FREAKING ERROR, because I NEVER EVEN NOTICED IT!
    Hope Lu heals quickly and that your vet doesn’t drop you or retires or moves out of the country or dies.
    And I’m sorry for the Marvin comment drama. I was thrown by his link to home improvement.
    Lovely post, June. I take my SadieDog to the drive-thru window at the bank with me because they give her a dog treat. She has the same anticipatory look.

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  45. “She dines on cat poop on the regular.” DEAD. I am totally envisioning someone taking her a silver platter full of three different types of cat turds, and dramatically lifting the lid to said platter.

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  46. Just went and read up on the comment drama from yesterday. I used to comment a lot more but then my work had the audacity to put up a firewall and block all kinds of fun websites, including this blog. I don’t like typing comments on my phone and by the time i get home and could comment from my laptop it seems like the party is over. When I read a lot of the comments and finally get to the end to write one (on the rare occasion that I do) my poor little brain forgot half of what I wanted to write.

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  47. Dear June,
    Thank you for photographing your dog with one hand and for blogging every day and being late for work as a result and driving all your friends crazy with your infernal camera. Thank you for doing this since 2006. I won't point out how you typed fast and made ONE FREAKING ERROR, because that would make me A DICK.
    Love, Jeanie

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  48. I’m shy online. The first time I ever got the guts to leave a comment on here, I asked a question about something – can’t remember what. And someone wrote back, in capital letters, to “read the effing comments.” I was so humiliated I didn’t comment again for a long time. But I’m over it, and love the blog, the comments and the FB group. Sometimes I feel intimidated but it’s only because I’m not funny like a lot of the readers, and plus I’m afraid of making a punctuation error. Ha ha

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  49. The close-up pictures of Talu are great, and I love her little pink girly collar. But, June, did she really like a hole in her foot?
    Must finish reading yesterday’s comments. I feel bad that I didn’t respond to Lonelyheart, or anyone, actually.

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  50. Lickalottapuss! Ha!
    Our lab has the same allergy thing and he licks himself to death. I have taken him to the vet for the same problem so many times that every time, I fear they’re going to take him from me and say I’m an unfit pet parent. The doctor is always so disapproving.
    Going to read the comments from yesterday. I didn’t read because I figured they’d be depressing. Relationships are hard, man. My husband and I don’t like each other too much right now; money stress is the worst stress!

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  51. Poor Lu. I know what lick you speak of. Lick grandu something something. No cone of shame I guess. That’s good news!
    I responded to Marvin’s comment and then Sadie questioned if that was really him. Then I looked again he was hyperlinked to some window company. So, Sadie may be right. Unless Marvin now owns a window company.

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  52. Since I’m the one who started the comment drama, I’ll finish it. By “clique” I meant this and this exactly: when PSS and Pal commented about their situations, they got a ton of “sorrys!” “thinking of you” “hope you’re ok” comments following. Maybe because she was brave enough to share using their real/regular monikers. Lonely heart got my comment immediately following (#108 to answer your question Darla, go back and look), then #117, then a few after I questioned. I wasn’t trying to cause drama, I was just pointing out that Lonely Heart could be a regular and no one was even saying sorry to that person who is obviously in a lot of pain and in a terrible situation. That’s all my comment was for – not to take away from PSS or Pal or to disturb anyone at all. I just really felt bad for Lonely Heart. The End. Now let me go read this post so I can comment about today’s current events!

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  53. Those pictures of your dog! Oh, I want a dog so bad!
    Lonely heart, I’m so sorry for your heart hurt. I don’t think I’m allowed to hug here so I’ll just mentally pat you from a distance.

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