tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10951097.post114347336646763138..comments2008-12-20T02:10:55.098ZColcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06579763090094356733noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10951097.post-1143894517463702632006-04-01T13:28:00.000+01:002006-04-01T13:28:00.000+01:00I know how you feel, Sarkasmo, considering the older I get the more I prefer the company of animals to humans.<BR/><BR/>They're more cuddly, and they generally talk more sense.colcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06579763090094356733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10951097.post-1143739950484295862006-03-30T18:32:00.000+01:002006-03-30T18:32:00.000+01:00It must have been a slow newsday for THAT to get written up. As I get older (I'm still working on a way to stop time, yet allow for progress to be made on my knitting projects), I tend to get really brokenhearted over hearing and seeing animals in any kind of pain. Even dogs. And I can't stand dogs. <BR/><BR/>I'd much rather read an article about the President running off a cliff. Sure, I'd feel bad if he died - I don't actually <I>wish</I> for people to die - but someone actually loved that dog.Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06306651826137783333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10951097.post-1143545817105394052006-03-28T12:36:00.000+01:002006-03-28T12:36:00.000+01:00Thanks Jez.<BR/><BR/>Amusing enough if it's not your own dog, but I know how I would feel if my daft mutt went thataway.<BR/><BR/>Once nearly lost our old Collie, Spangle, when he decided to go bird watching in the middle of a raging river in spate, but he managed - just - to get himself out.colcamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06579763090094356733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10951097.post-1143530276486314512006-03-28T08:17:00.000+01:002006-03-28T08:17:00.000+01:00yeah..it's a hard choice between crying and laughing, I have to shamefacedly admit.Jezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11728466268544916049noreply@blogger.com