I get a medal for being the best homeowner/wife/puppymom in the world today: Ista was playing with a dead gopher in the yard, and I disposed of it.
With its viscera coming out of its nearly-severed neck and its wee little paws all curled.
*SHUDDER*
timprov is not yet up (for those of you coming late to this party: sleep disorders), but I reminded
markgritter that if we'd been born a couple of generations earlier, there would have been no question that disposing of dead things in the yard was his job. He was, to borrow the phrase I usually apply to myself, glad to be living in the future.
We're getting the doglet some Listerine.
*SHUDDER*
In happier news, it has been a reading day, mostly, as I am Taking It Easy and not supposed to be working on Sampo on my days off. ( YA anthologies, de Lint reprints, and bits of other stuff, with detours into Message and early-blooming heroines )
With its viscera coming out of its nearly-severed neck and its wee little paws all curled.
*SHUDDER*
We're getting the doglet some Listerine.
*SHUDDER*
In happier news, it has been a reading day, mostly, as I am Taking It Easy and not supposed to be working on Sampo on my days off. ( YA anthologies, de Lint reprints, and bits of other stuff, with detours into Message and early-blooming heroines )