Posted on 05/08/2010 7:40:36 AM PDT by RubberPig
Edited on 05/08/2010 7:55:28 AM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
It’s a nuisance, because he’s got James and Vlad terrified, as well as himself.
Ohman! I wish I could have been there! Seeing Pat in action would have cured a multitude of maladies in ‘Facetown, for sure!!
Of course, there's dog-paddle and there's dog-paddle, ranging from puppy-trying-to-climb-onto-surface to Ruby the Torpedo Boat.
I'm sure you don't have time to do a raw-diet for Ash, but just fwiw my vet is against it because of contamination problems with raw meat. She says unless you're willing to run your kitchen like a hazmat lab, it's just not a good idea. I'd go to one of the premium no-grains before I tried raw-diet.
Thanks for the updates. Liked the Pat story too.
Schadenfreude is my métier.
My daughter was conned by a college friend. He called her and asked if she could 'serve' at his brother's wedding, she said, "Sure. Got a cassock and cotta, or do I need to bring my own?" He went, "HUH?" and she realized, wait, he's not Catholic, he's a Mormon. . . .
"Serving" at a Mormon wedding (actually, the reception) involves waiting tables and washing MOUNDS of dishes. She was on her feet for three solid hours, and the other girls who were supposed to be helping disappeared . . . . but she, being a conscientious (not to say scrupulous) person and a woman of her word, labored patiently on.
I told her that Chris has had his "freebie" and that was it. We used to tell our friends that we would help them move house ONCE.
LOL! I passed the swim test at The Basic School by doing a modified dog paddle thrash.
I guess I was amusing, trying to keep my nose above water with 70 pounds of gear on my 100 pound frame, so they let me slide.
You either have to laugh at Pat, or give up and throw yourself headfirst into the shallow end.
I’ve been an honored dishwasher at a wedding or two, myself. It’s more fun when there’s lots of champagne, which one wouldn’t find at a Mormon’s wedding, I suppose.
The swimming discussion was triggered by my description of the kids’ swim meet yesterday morning. Several of the smaller children did the dog-paddle, no matter what stroke they were supposed to be doing, and the main concern was whether we’d have to rescue them! Beginning of the season, and some of the team members have *just* learned to swim.
Ash just wants to eat our meals; she considers dog food Beneath Her Dignity. I’ll look for a different kind of dog food for her next time - maybe a change will encourage her. Jake and Frank like the current brand, though.
As with the children, I figure she’ll eat if she gets hungry enough.
Someday the universe is going to give Pat what he has coming to him (or at least that’s what they say on “Babylon 5”). Meanwhile, he can’t be a Webelo Scout unless he learns to swim.
No champagne, but lots of sparkling apple juice!! Or super-sweet fruit punch. And Utah’s State Dessert” Jell-O!
Of course, it depends on whether the Mormon is “active” or a “jack-Mormon” ~ born into but not practicing.
Somehow, the term doesn’t translate well. I mean, whoever heard or a “jack-Catholic,” a “jack-Lutheran,” or a “jack-Jew?” “Jack-Baptist?”
Knowhutahmean, Vern?
Interesting point. “Lapsed Catholic,” “secular Jew,” “backslidden Baptist,” or maybe “unregenerate Baptist.” I’m not sure about Lutherans ... “noncommunicating,” maybe?
Apple juice gives me the trots.
Mass murderers, pedophiles and terrorists are people too.
(and dumbass trolls might be too)
Hold the phones now!
There's a "Subliminal Mod" ?????
Seriesly ??? This is hugh news !!!
My dog is a people. Just ask her ... especially at supper time.
Mormons are big on "service projects," and because it's an idea that is demonstrated to the tots, they grow up not understanding why someone would NOT want to "serve," even if it means standing for three hours and being stuck with all the dishes.
Of course, I'm a firm believer in Karma, so the girls who "vanished" will have a similar situation to deal with some day. ;o]
LOL!
I bet she has her own chair too!
She’s a greyhound. Her shoulders are level with the table top, so she doesn’t need a chair. A second of distraction, and SNAP! the jaws are in your plate.
I learned to swim at five years, because I realized that if I didn’t move in the water, I still wouldn’t sink. So I decided that was a bonus and began to swim.
If my son stops moving, he will sink. Go figger.
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