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Two of my sisters are totally clueless. They can be very superficially nice, but clueless nonetheless.
Upon mentioning to Clueless #1 that I was having some difficulty arranging for a dog/house sitting person for four days in August, she telephoned Clueless #2 to share the dilemma. Clueless #2 sends me an email: "I'd be willing to bet you could load up your car with your pups and drive up to St.L. I know where you could board them..."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!? She KNOWS I have 6 dogs! It's a freaking seven hour drive! Not to mention one dog being terrified of the car, one currently having dominance peeing issues, and then there is dear Flynn with his epilepsy. "Ooops! Sorry about that grand mal seizure while you were zipping down the highway at 80 mph, mom. It just snuck up on me."
Oh... and was I supposed to fit myself into the PaddyWagon, too? And maybe a piece of luggage? And water bowls? And toys? GAAHHHHHHHHHHH! CLUELESS! Two labs, two beagles, one border collie, one Lhasa. And we haven't even thought about the kitty yet!
Now, I relay all this by email to my Heart Sister. Her reply? "Yes, dear! Do hop into the little wagon with your six dogs and do have a nice trip. Try to let me know when you will be arriving and I will meet you with an IV of Scotch."
You can see why she is my Heart Sister.
Upon mentioning to Clueless #1 that I was having some difficulty arranging for a dog/house sitting person for four days in August, she telephoned Clueless #2 to share the dilemma. Clueless #2 sends me an email: "I'd be willing to bet you could load up your car with your pups and drive up to St.L. I know where you could board them..."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!? She KNOWS I have 6 dogs! It's a freaking seven hour drive! Not to mention one dog being terrified of the car, one currently having dominance peeing issues, and then there is dear Flynn with his epilepsy. "Ooops! Sorry about that grand mal seizure while you were zipping down the highway at 80 mph, mom. It just snuck up on me."
Oh... and was I supposed to fit myself into the PaddyWagon, too? And maybe a piece of luggage? And water bowls? And toys? GAAHHHHHHHHHHH! CLUELESS! Two labs, two beagles, one border collie, one Lhasa. And we haven't even thought about the kitty yet!
Now, I relay all this by email to my Heart Sister. Her reply? "Yes, dear! Do hop into the little wagon with your six dogs and do have a nice trip. Try to let me know when you will be arriving and I will meet you with an IV of Scotch."
You can see why she is my Heart Sister.