Sherman, Shermie, SherBUTT. My Foster Man is going to his forever home tomorrow and taking all three personalities with him. His new parents are Hip to the Groove and undaunted by the Mysteries and Rude Clarities that Grumpy Ol Men can bring. They are looking forward to laughing along the way, and to creating a relationship with Shermies dark Lord in short order. Hell go with a bed, his nite nite crate (yeah right - Hell be in their bed within days.), his binky, his stuffie, His food, his pill pockets, his joint supplements, and a piece of My HEART. I love him so much! I have proudly mastered the baths and toenail trims with a dark lord that is the envy of two local Veterinarians. I learned when to cuddle the marshmallow, and when to Keep Walkin, Lady! And I learned that the mistrust and ANGER of a broken heart is still pain, and that the fight that makes these skeptical dogs show Screw You, LADY! is the same fight that helped them SURVIVE in the first place! Emotional pain deserves the the care that physical pain would garner. And Jellie Beanz lves him, because he makes her look like the Good Kid. And again my Dad says, Honey, I dont know how or why you do it. Giving them up just when they become lovable. And again, I say to him. But, Daddy, so did you once. Here is Sherman trying to catch a monk: https://youtube/watch?v=BTcWJPSTJvU
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 03:23:06 +0000
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