or change vets
Ooh fizzerbird where is this from? Howard needs one!Baby it's cold outside!
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Our vet, who is great we just have to do something about the drugs cost, charge £15 for a script which means we can get as near as dammit 6 months of insulin for the cat for about £70 on line instead of around £200 for the same stuff from themVet charged me £47 for a three month script for 3 animals. Robbing bastards.
I do not like licky dogs. Maybe a little hello lick on the hand, but that’s it.One really great thing about Larry is that he does not lick my face.
Baby it's cold outside!
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They ARE robbing bastards. Bet you don’t feel guilty any more, though, for buying your stuff cheaper elsewhereVet charged me £47 for a three month script for 3 animals. Robbing bastards.
It was the sudden awareness of complete shitposting tbh. Looking at what was undeniably a massively autistic manchild squabble, and thinking “what the hell am I doing with my life if this really looks like a worthwhile conversation?”Yes come back mrs quoad we all know apple's* rubbish
*or android, not sure which one you disapproved of
Life’s a beach
Biscuit is also, post divorce, allowed on my bed. She has a new sister, who she loves dearly. Life is significantly better.
Good to hear - am looking for a golden retriever/lab type myself as it happens. She'd be allowed on my bedSo I stopped shitposting, faced the boredom / horror, got divorced, moved house, threw away the tv, and now spend my evenings building synthesisers. Life is hugely improved.
Biscuit is also, post divorce, allowed on my bed. She has a new sister, who she loves dearly. Life is significantly better.
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I ALWAYS demand hugs when I’m soggy and covered in sand, the dog does not seem to object.how many seconds / minutes after that was the 'i am soggy and covered with sand - it is time to go and demand hugs' moment?
welcome back, I missed you. Is it indelicate to ask after Nigel?It was the sudden awareness of complete shitposting tbh. Looking at what was undeniably a massively autistic manchild squabble, and thinking “what the hell am I doing with my life if this really looks like a worthwhile conversation?”
And the best answer I had was that I was in a pretty fucking miserable marriage, and shitposting was keeping me distracted from just how miserable it all was.
So I stopped shitposting, faced the boredom / horror, got divorced, moved house, threw away the tv, and now spend my evenings building synthesisers. Life is hugely improved.
Biscuit is also, post divorce, allowed on my bed. She has a new sister, who she loves dearly. Life is significantly better.
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Awwww biscuit!It was the sudden awareness of complete shitposting tbh. Looking at what was undeniably a massively autistic manchild squabble, and thinking “what the hell am I doing with my life if this really looks like a worthwhile conversation?”
And the best answer I had was that I was in a pretty fucking miserable marriage, and shitposting was keeping me distracted from just how miserable it all was.
So I stopped shitposting, faced the boredom / horror, got divorced, moved house, threw away the tv, and now spend my evenings building synthesisers. Life is hugely improved.
Biscuit is also, post divorce, allowed on my bed. She has a new sister, who she loves dearly. Life is significantly better.
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That's a form of perpetual motion sorted right there... She started eating the sick on the plate whilst still being sick.
Oh poor love. I hope she’s over the trauma now and all fragrant and fluffy.Someone really didn't want to be washed today. She heard the shower start and me walk downstairs and went and hid in her crate and wouldn't come out.
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Oh poor love. I hope she’s over the trauma now and all fragrant and fluffy.