Re: A Dog's Life - oh, poor pootchie pootchie!

Posted by Vita on January 09, 2001 at 15:40:57:

In Reply to: Re: A Dog's Life posted by JayBee on January 09, 2001 at 13:43:39:

: : mutter mutter mutter

: : Here I been waiting near a week for She to get back. She promises me a good bone and some water-and-ale from Bumppo's Tavern, burrows off through the snow, and never comes back. The fire's out, the bearskin has fleas, and the dried venison jerky that's left is NOT to my taste!

: : mutter mutter snuffle

: : Mebbe I ought to get myself up to Miss Marcia's. She's always good for some food and sympathy. Almost too weak to crawl through the woods and up on her veranda. But then, that's always good for a little extra beef stew and a soft bed. Hope she doesn't have that consarned bird Basil visiting her like she did last Summer. Don't think I can cope with that loud-mouth bird, hungry or not. Ah, the days when we knew the time honored recipe for Green Parrot Soup.

: : snuffle snuffle scratchscratchscratch! damn bearskin!

: : Okay, here I come, Miss Marcia, ready or not.

: : Hector

: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

: Hey Hector,

: You sweet thing. If Miss Marcia's not home, you can always come to my cabin. I've got some venison stew simmering over the fire and I think I have a cup or two of Bummpo's ale in the larder. (That's if Miss Huggy didn't finish off the last of it.) I've even got a nice soft sheepskin rug you can snuggle up to in front of the fire. So you mind now, if Miss Marcia's not home, just come on over for a little TLC (I'll even scratch behind those big soft ears of yours.) Oh and Hector, I don't have any noisy Parrots to bother you. Mind you, I do have Merlin. You remember him don't you..he's that Bobcat kitten I adopted sometime back. He's not small anymore and pretty much comes and goes as he pleases, but I don't think he'll bother you none. Nice kitty.

: Miss JayBee

Dearest Pootchie Pootchie!
Now here I am, a jaded Board watcher who lurks in the shadows and almost never comments on anything anymore... but reading about your plight.... I will not be able to sleep tonight unless you manage to get word to me that your beloved mistress has returned, fed you, and cleaned up that darn bear skin full of fleas!
My best friend Tiger, who for years had to weather long intervals of living by himself in the garden with only our best friend Lee coming over once a day and feeding him and watering him, until I return from the diaspora, sends you his love and sympathy and empathy!
Hang in there, you good soul!!!!!

You got my hugs and prayers,
Vita

Follow Ups:

• Re: A Dog's Life - oh, poor pootchie pootchie! Hector 19:13:45 1/09/2001 (6)
  • Re: A Dog's Life - oh, poor pootchie pootchie! GnomeDome 22:56:28 1/09/2001 (0)
  • Who's That Snuffling At My Door??? Miss Marcia 21:19:17 1/09/2001 (3)
    • Re: Who's That Snuffling At My Door??? Bent Twigg 17:51:53 1/10/2001 (2)
      • Re: Who's That Snuffling At My Door??? And the BIG BANG strikes Mohicanland! Miss Marcia 09:21:24 1/11/2001 (1)
        • Re: Who's That Snuffling At My Door??? And the BIG BANG strikes Mohicanland! Bent Twigg 10:25:32 1/11/2001 (0)
  • Re: Come on in, poor pootchie pootchie! Tiger 20:29:17 1/09/2001 (0)

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: : : mutter mutter mutter

: : : Here I been waiting near a week for She to get back.  She promises me a good bone and some water-and-ale from Bumppo's Tavern, burrows off through the snow, and never comes back.  The fire's out, the bearskin has fleas, and the dried venison jerky that's left is NOT to my taste!

: : : mutter mutter snuffle

: : : Mebbe I ought to get myself up to Miss Marcia's.  She's always good for some food and sympathy.  Almost too weak to crawl through the woods and up  on her veranda.  But then, that's always good for a little extra beef stew and a soft bed.  Hope she doesn't have that consarned bird Basil visiting her like she did last Summer.  Don't think I can cope with that loud-mouth bird, hungry or not.  Ah, the days when we knew the time honored recipe for Green Parrot Soup.

: : : snuffle snuffle scratchscratchscratch!  damn bearskin!

: : : Okay, here I come, Miss Marcia, ready or not.

: : : Hector

: : >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

: : Hey Hector,

: : You sweet thing.  If Miss Marcia's not home, you can always come to my cabin.  I've got some venison stew simmering over the fire and I think I have a cup or two of Bummpo's ale in the larder.  (That's if Miss Huggy didn't finish off the last of it.)  I've even got a nice soft sheepskin rug you can snuggle up to in front of the fire.  So you mind now, if Miss Marcia's not home, just come on over for a little TLC (I'll even scratch behind those big soft ears of yours.) Oh and Hector, I don't have any noisy Parrots to bother you.  Mind you, I do have Merlin.  You remember him don't you..he's that Bobcat kitten I adopted sometime back.  He's not small anymore and pretty much comes and goes as he pleases, but I don't think he'll bother you none.  Nice kitty.

: : Miss JayBee

: Dearest Pootchie Pootchie!
: Now here I am, a jaded Board watcher who lurks in the shadows and almost never comments on anything anymore... but reading about your plight.... I will not be able to sleep tonight unless you manage to get word to me that your beloved mistress has returned, fed you, and cleaned up that darn bear skin full of fleas!
: My best friend Tiger, who for years had to weather long intervals of living by himself in the garden with only our best friend Lee coming over once a day and feeding him and watering him, until I return from the diaspora, sends you his love and sympathy and empathy!
: Hang in there, you good soul!!!!!

: You got my hugs and prayers,
: Vita


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