Last night I dreamed that Daisy pulled herself up onto a motorcycle by her teeth and motored off. Heaven knows where she was going. I was inconsolable.
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The story of a Saint Bernard who was rescued by your faithful bloggers from neglect and maltreatment
Sure, she's got issues. Who doesn't? We're working on them. But she's got her forever home now and she knows it!
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It's perfectly normal for a parent to worry about their kids riding motorcycles. My dad wouldn't let me buy the Honda 120 that I had my heart set on when I was 16. Let's let Daisy live her dream to become a biker chick. Who cares if she doesn't have an opposable thumb? She'll be fine.
I always, always have nightmares that I've lost one or both of The Girls. Then I wake up in a cold sweat, and find that I can't get up to look for them because I have one canine form draped over my legs, and the other pinning my shoulders. Or some such arrangement. Usually one or both are snoring. Very reassuring. And I think Daisy would look very fetching in leather!
My dream might have been stimulated by Daisy's occasional motor-like snoring. Fortunately, she doesn't have any tattoos. At least that we know about!
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