This is what its all about. My friend Bethany calls it pet therapy. These beastlets have been aware of my stress of late, the insomnia, the tears, and they have been pretty gracious with my less than enthusiastic throwing of toys for fetch. And the not so frequent brushings. Gracie talked to Emily on Skype yesterday and I just about died laughing. She meowed right into the microphone, which sent sounds through the magic of the internet out the speakers of Emily's laptop in Paris. And apparently it sounded like a huge, wet fart. Sacre bleu!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Lately
This is what its all about. My friend Bethany calls it pet therapy. These beastlets have been aware of my stress of late, the insomnia, the tears, and they have been pretty gracious with my less than enthusiastic throwing of toys for fetch. And the not so frequent brushings. Gracie talked to Emily on Skype yesterday and I just about died laughing. She meowed right into the microphone, which sent sounds through the magic of the internet out the speakers of Emily's laptop in Paris. And apparently it sounded like a huge, wet fart. Sacre bleu!
