I was reading a friend’s blog and noticed a suggestion for further reading was: 
I’m pretty sure I would not also like that.
I think I may also like a Mediterranean cruise with my husband.
I may also like a foot massage from a young Cary Grant, circa Bringing Up Baby.
I may also like a trip to New York City to go to good restaurants and a few Broadway shows.
I am absolutely certain I may *not* also like Dogs with Diarrhea.
The funny thing was a another buddy wrote about her dog being sick in his tummy. When she told me about it, she said, “I thought about you this morning!”
So, when your dog makes you use an entire roll of paper towels, a gas mask and a hazmat suit, please feel free to think of me.
I’ll be thinking about that foot massage. Now the instep, Cary!
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I think you are living my life: I got that same suggestion, and I made a comment to her about it on her blog. There are a lot of things I MIGHT like, but I can assure you that’s not one of them.
Also, Robin told me that when she was cleaning up Lando’s poop, she thought of me.
Have we become too close, Nota, if our friends see us, and it reminds them of a diarrhea story? What do you think?
You know, like when I know what a friend does in the laundry detergent aisle at the grocery store.
It’s called “crop dusting” and everyone does it!
Oh dear, this is where we left off with our cat. Everyday, several times a day…
We had some success with a change in our brand of cat food.
Unfortunately, it was a switch to a much more expensive cat food. Our old cat heaves like a geyser unless she’s fed platinum-coated Iams.
Well I’m sitting here giggling!
Sounds like you are a person with a dog and a hazmat suit.
There can’t possibly be one person who would also enjoy that!
Not one!
BAH. Lando was barfing, Sooze! Barfing.
I’m too much of a lady to write about the “P”-word.
No fair! Sooze gets all the good canine body functions!
I’m thinking a foot massage by a young Cary Grant WHILE cruising the Med with my husband….*cue dreamy music* Alan hands me a glass of fine Italian wine as I lay on a white deck chair wrapped in a fluffy terry robe. Cary, in a gray suit and thin tie (of course!) gently massages my tootsies with lavender scented oil.
Why, yes! I think I’d like that!
Doggy Diarrhea? I think not.
I didn’t know I had a choice between a foot massage by Cary Grant OR Dogs with Diarrhea. Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things?
You are so right! I have been at both sides of this as I am sure we all have and you are so right about being understanding!!! Love this!