To which, my answer would have been: "Well, you'd better come for me then, because I'm returning to her side...where my a## will be sitting until you show up or we're dead. Your choice."
Not that I'm "up" with taxpayer dollars being used to rescue numbskulls from their own stupidity, but it happens every day, and in this case we had a true "innocent" involved.
Sorry about your beloved doggie.
Wow.
You are fiendishly brilliant!
[I like that in a person] :)
Thanks about Pookie.
I know she’s ~running~ with her sister Phoebe, now, bickering over who’s got the best raw bone.