I’m calling child services…
Why are my nephew’s parents endangering his life in this manner? Look at the murder in that dog’s eyes. Just look at it!
Why are my nephew’s parents endangering his life in this manner? Look at the murder in that dog’s eyes. Just look at it!
February 1st, 2008 at 6:07 pm
Holy shit. I literally see murder. You’re correct. That dog is hungry for some baby.
February 1st, 2008 at 6:12 pm
I knoow! Poor Kai!
February 1st, 2008 at 6:17 pm
Look how quick u responded! What is this site? Hooked up to your eyes? Scary and awesome. If I ever have to call 911 (from this dog chowing down on my nuts), I’ll just leave you a comment and expect immediate results.
February 1st, 2008 at 6:19 pm
Ambulance is on the way, Joe! Hold on and goodness sakes, stop crying!
February 21st, 2008 at 12:14 am
[...] “I know you, Dawn,” Binda said looking at me, “you can’t fool me.” I laughed. And she started laughing too. We were in the bridal suite an hour before Elena’s wedding. The three of us…well, four really, have been good friends going on fifteen years. Emerald just had a baby, little dog endangered Kai, so she couldn’t make the trip. But watching Binda and Elena get their makeup done, and all the dresses were everywhere made me think of the day we were in the bridal suite for Emerald’s wedding almost five years ago. Yes, Binda knows me, she knew me even before I knew she knew me, as she is fond of pointing out. And lord knows one of her personalities is probably psychic. But I know her too, so when Elena’s cousin suggested we all go skinny dipping – I immediately put my foot down before bras started hitting the floor. Binda was one of Elena’s bridesmaids, and I gave a toast at the wedding. I had been freaking out about it for days beforehand. (Not writing or doing anything productive mind you, just freaking.) But it turned out fine and I got to spend the last hour of the wedding doing the classic “Oh man, my toast was so terrible!” So everyone could say “no way, it was awesome. You’re so funny!” And then I could say “Oh, stop it. Just stop it, you’re making me blush.” Tee Hee. Anyway, I wrote about the girls on the blog before…and I’m lazy, so I’ll reprint some of it: Although we all had different majors and different extra-currical activities, at night we were inseparable. We had dinner together, went to the movies, got midnight ice cream flurries. So, we all moved into the same suite together during sophomore and junior year. I shared a room with Binda, and Elena remerged into “Gooberelen.” As an only child and a recovering tom boy, it was great always having girls my own own age to play with — Goober and I played Nintendo until 3 in the morning for four weeks straight, until our thumbs hurt so much, I actually got a Dean’s note saying I couldn’t write my English paper because my hands were too sore. I would accompany Binda on her adventures through New Haven’s northernmost regions biking alongside her as her speed walked up unexplored hills and I would suck all the knowledge out of Elena’s head before my physics final in the hopes of getting a passing grade. Whenever I had a late deadline for my newspaper articles, I could call home to get the all important “student comment.” (Yes, Binda had a comment on everything from new dorm rooms, to city crime to cuts in library scholarships!) They are my extended family. The couches and guest rooms I’ll always stay in when I’m nearby, even though I can afford the hotel room. Theirs are the kids I’ll spoil with candy and amusement parks and tell stories about how their mommies and aunt Dawn went to the Ricky Lake show and met Davy Jones. (”Who are they?… well they’re like the Jessica Simpson and Justin Timberlake of olden times, sweetie.”) [...]