Good dog
Rwworff. Eli had his ears at half-mast again. He’s been shaking them like crazy, rubbing them against furniture, small children. His early years of neglect on the mean streets of NYC led to now chronically swollen and infected ears, the poor noble farting beast. So this morning Mom and I took him to the vet (where we found out he’s chunked up to 108 lbs. of benevolent mooselike love). After his painful exam (he was a wincing prince, did not yelp or so much as curl a lip), when we had loaded up on his newest batch of ear meds, my mom said, “Did you read what happened to Bossy’s daughter?”
Bad dog
When I got home from the vet, I read this. And could not speak.
The Amazing Stupendous Bossies
Like many of you, I have adored Bossy madly for quite some time now. Now I realize that I adore that whole damn Bossy family, and I want to wrap their little girl in a million supremely gentle hugs. What is so remarkable to me is the combination of tenderness and moxie that seems to run in the Bossy family genes. Read, and you will see at work some extraordinary grace taking place under some pretty fierce and ferocious fire.
So in between cussing at last-minute shipping charges and wrapping awkward presents badly, please do send some good full-fat, carb-loaded, 100% genuine good prayers to the Amazing Stupendous Bossies. Bossy, I’d pick you to be my nurse any day.
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