Tag Archives: Starvation

Fine

So I go from 5 000 supplements per day to 5005 or whatever.  I’ll live with it if it means a chicken chaser and no more godforsaken Chinese herbs surreptitiously mixed into my food.  That was hell on earth.  I could have … Continue reading

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And She Wails About *Her* World?

Things have gone catastrophically downhill.  Within the space of not 48 hours I am: Warehoused like puppy mill breeding stock for several hours Rained out on walkies until mid-afternoon Worked to a skeleton on multiple complex burying projects like a character … Continue reading

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And Yet

I have made crystal clear my restrictions vis a vis public bath houses (item 38).  If it is too chilly in my outdoor spa, build me an indoor one rather than subjecting my person to risk of parasites and fungal … Continue reading

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My Day

First I ran into Chuck, who was was in magnificent coat, this morning at the park.  I, on the other hand, though unmistakably an excellent chow from any angle, still appear to have mange. Then I am abandonned for several hours with ONE … Continue reading

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The Answer is Yes

“Do you need to stand exactly where I’m trying to vacuum?”  Yes, I do. Irene booked her flight, which is excellent.  But then as usual it all comes crashing down when my bath is a day late, exactly one day … Continue reading

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And The Humane Society? All Hands on Deck for Puppy Mills and Dogfighting While I Starve

She elects the more long-winded car wash this morning and I courteously arrange myself in the cookies readiness postion.               She’s all over the Windex wipes, detailing the air vents on the dash.  I know … Continue reading

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The Current Trajectory Suggests I’ll be Vivisected by Wednesday

On Saturday, after walkies in the primary walkies area - a more target-rich environment than the marina – I am brought to George to shop.  It is not Dog Bone Alley, but it is fancy and has many trendy barrels of … Continue reading

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At Least I Can Subsist Until Irene Gets Here

She has purchased the minimum necessary to stave off starvation for the time being, however, a) I need my sections of the go-bags better provisioned (those were exciting 4.0′s and 3.8′s yesterday), and b) do you see any pecorino Romano … Continue reading

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Irene Watch

T-minus one week. However I may have succumbed to starvation by then.  She is a beehive of activity, cleaning, organizing, making reservations and provisioning, provisioning, provisioning, but for the minor omissions of a) providing *me* with a sufficiency of cookies at … Continue reading

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The Fridge

I am warehoused due to rain and later will be abandonned.   The humane society is indifferent and the city doesn’t take advance orders.  I’d claw my way into the fridge but of course she did nails yesterday.

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