Unrequited Love
Oh yeah, did I mention Jack’s a German Shepherd, Mindy a Greyhound and that bitch, I mean Lisette, a French Poodle?Β
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You had me going, Susannah! Much easier for our animal friends to find new loves, especially canines who just need to pass the sniff test, ha ha!
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This is true. Rather than online dating, one can call it, behind dating. π
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A Grayhound! Surely she is more interesting than that French painted lady! Please keep us posted on the romance. What a fun post!!
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She’s all legs, sweet as pie, and you know who, is not. But men do like to be led around by their noses, it’s exciting. sigh π
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You had me going, too. Well played. π
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You probably just weren’t awake yet. π
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I’m not a slow wake up person. Up and ready! …. FYI … First walk is up.
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Okay…makin’ a note.
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I knew instantly. My Shepherd was named Joy. Had her for 18 years, unusual for a purebred her size (110 pounds). My broken heart lasted…well, for EVER. sigh…
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Well, it was about a crush, not a death, but nonetheless, I’m sorry you lost Joy. Losing an animal is worse than any girl or guy break up. Doesn’t come close.
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Very clever, well done π
~Hal Rubenstein from my iPhone
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Will you read it to Millie? Tell her it’s a dog tail. π
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I knew from the get that you were talking the four-legged kind. I love these!
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How come? I’m curious since others did not.
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I’m thinking I’m starting to get to know you π
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Oh I see. My mischief was showing…like a slip. π
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Indeed… And there is a way that you write that tells me…. π
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I will take that as a good thing. Right Zeke? Woof!
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It is a good thing! And he woofed his concurrence!
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Zeke’s a pal alright. π
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He’s the best!
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I love Shepherds.They’re so noble.
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Could not agree more (though I may be biased)
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They get a bad rap because of Adolf Hitler and the Civil Rights movement when they trained them as attack dogs, as if it was their idea. They’re handsome and noble, good with kids. Jack is the sweetest dog who has play dates with the dog at the florist I introduced him to he helped heal…heel? from the loss of his brother. I’ll tell ya Dale, animals could teach humans a thing or two.
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I really lucked out with Zeke. So good natured, not a barker at all, good with kids, dogs, adults. And yeah, they got a bad rap. Not cool and boy could humans ever learn a thing or three!
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I saw Jack on his after dinner walk. He came bounding over to say hello. I get such a charge how he knows me. So smart they are.
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He knows good peeps when he sees ’em!
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Kindness resonates. I hug him like we’re dating and without going into doggie detail, shows his pleasure. π
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This is true. And I’ve no doubt at all.
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Excellent, Susannah. I like that you can provide counsel to the broken hearted. The number of legs doesn’t matter. π
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I agree. The more pins, the better. My friend Ed’s expression…she’s got a great set’a pins on her. π
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I had a friend who used to say the same thing. He visited me one time at work and then when my assistant walked out of the office he said, “That’s some set of pins.” I had to ask him what he meant. (Stupid me)
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I’m sure I did too, but being around Ed for so long, I’ve picked up much of his Runyon jargon. π
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I once made the acquaintance of a Lisette (or it might’ve been spelled with a z) on St Patrick’s Night. She was Irish, via Bayamon.
Jack is a sweet fella with a good heart. He seems like the settling down sort.
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Did she have a tail??? π
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A gentleman tells no tails.
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I’d like more details, please.
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Yanno, Imma go looking for the post in which I mention her. Be Bach . . .
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I’ll be waitin’ π
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As promised . . .
https://drinkswellwithothers.wordpress.com/2011/03/20/irish-eyes-dont-smile-they-warn-you-pleasantly/
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What a beautiful photo.. Thank you. I meant the bar, not the lassie with the green rear end though, she is very pretty. π
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Haha! Well anyways, that is my Irish via Bayman story.
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It’s a wonderful tale. π
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That morning, it scared me straight! For the weekend anyways.
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Bayamon.
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You got me, Susannah. You drew me right in, so I had to mentally recalibrate with the last sentence there. Loved it. Poor Jack, although I’m sure there are plenty of fish in the sea, or dogs in the park, as it were.
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Girls are like buses, there’s always another one comin’ round the corner. π
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