positive thoughts-for sure! Did you give her something to calm her? I told your Mom you could have some of my Xanax! LOL
It would have been so much easier on all of you if you could just say “beam me up Scotty!”
Just for the record, this photo doesn’t do this place justice. It was filthy dirty, e.g., large pool of Coke spilled in the middle of the floor, and years’ worth of grime. We had to just walk away and leave her, wire-tied into her crate, hoping someone came along to put her on the plane.
Sadness! I’m thinking good thoughts for him too! Have a blast- I can’t wait to read your blog!
She can do it!!
positive thoughts-for sure! Did you give her something to calm her? I told your Mom you could have some of my Xanax! LOL
It would have been so much easier on all of you if you could just say “beam me up Scotty!”
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Just for the record, this photo doesn’t do this place justice. It was filthy dirty, e.g., large pool of Coke spilled in the middle of the floor, and years’ worth of grime. We had to just walk away and leave her, wire-tied into her crate, hoping someone came along to put her on the plane.
No sedatives allowed, Mary.