Posted on 05/29/2012 6:24:26 PM PDT by Salamander
Prayers for a lost pet
Nah.
Not a chance.
He’ll always tell me the truth, even if I don’t want to hear it.
He understands that I’d much prefer to -know- the snake is dead versus the emotional hell of -not- knowing anything at all.
Besides his innate bluntness, he wouldn’t put up with him dragging furniture or me knocking out the drywall if he knew he could end all that by telling me the snake was for sure not coming back.
Bizarrely, I’m the one with no hope and he’s the one who’s ‘sure Alice will show up when he’s good and ready’.
I’ve looked in/on/under/around/inside everything I can access but I’m not a thin, squishy snake so there’s lots of places left that he could get in that I can’t.
Geeze...I’m sorry, Ditter.
Hopefully some family got hold of him and he had a long, happy life.
:(
If he shows up, I intend to superglue him to the bottom of his house and never let him move again.
;D
If the psychic is right and Alice shows up, I’m going to thank GOD, not the psychic so the devil won’t gain diddly squat from me.
Prayers that Alice wisens up and returns home. I hope he didn’t go into one of the secret holes in the house.
Whew.... you’re still talking to me. That is good. Apologize to your hubby and simply tell him I needed to ask. I side with him: I think Alice will come out when he is good and hungry. Alice didn’t float away... he simply found a really cool, snake man cave for a while. Hugs, Mom
Thank you.
So do I.
I considered that but it would only work until he sheds.
Maybe pop rivets are the way to go.
:)
Wha?
Why wouldn’t I still be talking to you?
You’re my gal!
It was a valid question and my *ex* would’ve done something like that.
[but not necessarily to spare my feelings...more likely to hurt them]
This one is sometimes horrifically honest...LOL
I think it’s time I face the facts; Alice is just a jerk.
;D
Hugs back atcha.
[and when little Jerky comes marching home again, he is *so* not gonna like the SuperMax jailhouse that will built for him]
I think you should think up some jail numbers for Mr. Alice to go with his striped suit. LOL! I am glad you didn’t get offended. It was just through some personal experience with a friend whose husband did that. He wasn’t being cruel either. She had gone through some recent major losses and he panicked.. thinking “lost” was better than “deceased”. Like a kid telling a fib, it took on a life of its own and he felt he couldn’t back out of the fib. She forgave him, understood and everything is okee dokee.
For “insight” today, I sat on my kitchen floor and thought “If I was a snake, where would I go?” Well, girl... the list is endless. Every little nook, cranny, small hole... there are so many places. That was just ONE room so the possibilities are endless. I think your husband is absolutely right on this one. Alice will come on out when Alice is ready. Hugs, Mom
You've got the bones of a really good children's book here, a la the Berenstain Bears who use lots of prepositions in their early reader books.
When Alice does show up, you could have the makings of a masterpiece!
Since then I have gotten about 8 or 9 Jack Russels, about half of those rescues. We have 3 Jacks now and a Black Mouth Cur.
Kinda like “Fluffy went to live on a farm in New Hampshire”?
Nah.
Not here.
;D
You probably have a *normal* house built when building codes existed.
Imagine trying to imagine all the possibilities when there were no building codes, “construction materials” were whatever you could chop down or drag home and the place has been ‘patched up’ so many times it’s more like a quilt than a house.
[the smokehouse door latch was ‘repaired’ using a very old Carling’s Black Label beer can pounded flat by somebody in the past]
*That* is my seriously abnormal “normal”.
He should be so lucky as to get something that iffy.
He wanted a house like the Boa condos, he’s getting one.
Five solid sides with sliding Lexan doors that have keyed gun cabinet locks on them.
We’ll see how much ‘envy’ he has, then.
Apparently it never occurred to him to wonder why a 7 foot, 13 pound Boa wasn’t constantly “trying” the doors.
Brom knows there’s no point to it.
My house was built in the 70’s. Uh... the 1970’s. We did tear down a wall and found syringes/needles and old, dried up pot. But YOUR place is a snake paradise. All those little seems.... I bet it is stunningly beautiful!! Personally, your house has more character in one little room than my entire house. All those lives and events that took place there... just history! Very cool!
By that time I’ll probably be writing all my missives in purple crayon at the Funny Farm.
:)
All I think about now is that bulletin board at WalMart with the missing kid photos.
Their parents must be in hell.
I almost feel guilty for grieving over a goofy snake.
“We did tear down a wall and found syringes/needles and old, dried up pot.”
YIKES!
I thought my mummified rat was a real big deal!
You win!
It’s not stunningly beautiful by any stretch of the imagination.
The family that had it for a very long time [my step-grandfather’s people] were infamously lax about maintenance.
It could be restored to a lovely log house but I’ll never be able to afford that.
An Ibizan Hound friend has a similar place and it cost tens of thousands of dollars back in the 80s.
The cost of re-chinking and re-mortaring the logs alone is insane.
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