tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post1220098579861710594..comments2023-10-22T04:42:10.127-06:00Comments on What Happened to the Subtitles?: Puke & Rally!more cowbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867825812404503048noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-31394250440615456442008-03-29T06:10:00.000-06:002008-03-29T06:10:00.000-06:00at least he made it to the bathroom.at least he made it to the bathroom.Citymousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04491021367590323514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-57284857353633021742008-03-24T20:00:00.000-06:002008-03-24T20:00:00.000-06:00Glad the boy is recovering. Hope you follow suit ...Glad the boy is recovering. Hope you follow suit soon.Lorrainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15130321823549477784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-69777856169646383482008-03-20T00:54:00.000-06:002008-03-20T00:54:00.000-06:00Tater -- ohno, sorry to hear you were paying homag...Tater -- ohno, sorry to hear you were paying homage to the porcelain god as well. Hope all is well now. I recommend tacos. <br><br>Actually I did take some pics of the boys, and was just thinking it was about time for another chapter of canine chronicles.more cowbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867825812404503048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-15741002601429342662008-03-19T11:52:00.000-06:002008-03-19T11:52:00.000-06:00Glad the guy is back to health. He and I were pro...Glad the guy is back to health. He and I were probably simultaneously hurling, as I had food poisoning at the very same time. It's never fun trying to decide which end should be hanging over the bowl at any moment. Hope you and Batman enjoyed your walk! More pictures of insane canines please.taterhttp://ghunt.squarespace.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-49614611431879670362008-03-19T01:38:00.000-06:002008-03-19T01:38:00.000-06:00KA: Oh, he's right as rain now. I always hat...<b>KA:</b> Oh, he's right as rain now. I always hated that saying...<br><br><b>Whim:</b> Yeah ... he keeps me laughing, that one. A regular chuckle buster. <br><br><b>RG:</b> Technicolor yawn! Blech! My baseboards look fine. as long as youdon't run your finger along it. <br><br><b>Allan:</b> Hey, I like that!more cowbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867825812404503048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-86090061243631670272008-03-18T12:24:00.000-06:002008-03-18T12:24:00.000-06:00A moth? Nah, more like an iron butterfly, all cyni...A moth? Nah, more like an iron butterfly, all cynical and tough but with a heart of gold inside and all...just like in the cartoons! <br>(The ones in my head, anyway)Allanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00419026498128315319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-72456966314971319662008-03-18T04:11:00.000-06:002008-03-18T04:11:00.000-06:00Look up in sky! Is that a plane? No! It's Hurl...Look up in sky! Is that a plane? No! It's Hurl Boy - fighting injustice and his mother's reluctance to let him get his driver's permit one power boot at a time! Taco hurl is particularly pretty - think of it as a technicolor yawn!<br><br>How's that baseboard dusting coming along?<br><br>Bwaaa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haRGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12264363264956622352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-7568868778186251042008-03-17T15:24:00.000-06:002008-03-17T15:24:00.000-06:00LOL! I'm sorry. I hate that he was sick but ...LOL! I'm sorry. I hate that he was sick but find it funny that after puking he wants Mexican food.whimsicalnbrainpanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13158339502955458999noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-8684259277739237992008-03-17T09:25:00.000-06:002008-03-17T09:25:00.000-06:00Glad to hear that he's doing better. Tacos and...Glad to hear that he's doing better. Tacos and Burritos are a sure sign of a happier stomach, well, at least until he eats them.Kimberly Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12897181372044511961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-9828197774047965392008-03-17T00:42:00.000-06:002008-03-17T00:42:00.000-06:00Willym: He was SO excited. I took him and Mason ...<b>Willym:</b> He was SO excited. I took him and Mason on a 2-miler -- on leash for the most part, I want to make sure he's truly OK before I really let him go free. He was one happy dog, let me tell you. Then they got to the pet store - even better. <br><br><b>SK:</b> You know, it seems people all over the place are getting this ugly thing. And everyone is relapsing, and the lung stuff and lack of energy just hang on like a dog with a good bone. Today was the first active thing I've done in weeks and weeks. <br><br><b>Rosemary:</b> The smell of Ben-Gay immediately takes me back to Basic Training. OMG but we used the hell out of some BenGay. Actually, there are 4 things that take me back to Basic: BenGay, Kiwi shoe polish, Brasso (brass polish), and the oil used to clean weapons. But damn, if I'd have known that BenGay contributes to breast growth, I'd have been applying that shit in a whole different way. Who knew? <br><br>I bet Vicks does work as birth control, ha! My grandma used to slather the Vicks on me when I had a cough. Vicks still makes me think of her. Along with Halo shampoo, which unfortunately is no longer made, but smells wonderful. <br><br><b>SlingStone:</b> Yikes!! Never had the pleasure, but I've heard it's excruciating. Passed 3 kids, though. Walk accomplished -- puppies sleeping soundly. Mason even got a bath. My back couldn't deal with doing 2, so Batman's will have to wait. <br><br><b>Doralong:</b> I think the whole planet is hacking up bits of lung tissue this winter. And we did do tacos for dinner, but he only ate 3 ... guess the stomach is still feeling a bit fragile. <br><br><b>E:</b> Oh yeah, and I tell you what, the son gives a whole new meaning to the world "hurl". I'm surprised the force doesn't slam him backwards into the wall. He's old enough now that he doesn't want me running toward the sound of his pukery. I have to strike a careful balance of proper concern without hovering. You never ever imagine that you'll miss the days when they let you hold their foreheads in the midst of chunk blow out. Ah, those were the days!more cowbellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17867825812404503048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331618108385488261.post-18764345653890319672008-03-16T20:23:00.000-06:002008-03-16T20:23:00.000-06:00There is nothing exactly like the sound of a kid v...There is nothing exactly like the sound of a kid vomiting, is there? And it's absolutely unmistakable. And the feeling of running toward the sound as you simultaneously want to run away..... Ah the joys of motherhood.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11889294120616809157noreply@blogger.com