lost pepsi, lost car keys,

I found it and it was not in poo.. It was in the sofa cusions... Cooper is 16 week old collie aussie mix..
LeeAnn

LMBO... sorry, LeeAnn.. but that's just down-right funny!!!  Wish I could lose my A ..and I'm not talking about the letter,, I'm talking about the thing I sit on!!!  It's gotten swollen from sitting on it too much!!!!  hahaha!!

On my old computer I had worn off some of the letters from over use!!  But I never actually physically lost one of the keys!! Hubby-buns hated using my computer.. cause he has to look at the keyboard to type.  I touch type and have always been a fast typer, about 75 word a minute (as long as they're small words.. lol.. yeah 75 wpm with 100 mistakes, that is) 

Glad you didn't have to do the deed of sifting through the puppy poo..  that would have royally sucked!!

This one's going in my fibro-mite hall of fame!!!

Hugs..

I'm glad you found your A LeeAnn. My left shift key is not wanting to work and it is a pain in the A. I have a laptop so it's not like I can just get a new keyboard.

 

We are having a problem with Krissy eating everything she can get her little mouth on. She loves tissues and can eat one before you can get it out of her mouth. Do I have a bichon or do I have a goat???

 

luv and hugs

Marlee

Im still looking for my mind and its definatley not in the cushion. Patti my 11 year old neice poked me in the tummy and said " aunt Lee you are getting fat". How rude My brother just laughed at her, Did not even correct that kid... She is not my favorite neice any more... I have 4 neices and 1 nephew and I cant imagine any of the others sayoing something like that.that.. Marlee the key was off the laptop...
Baloo, Cooper is 2nd Aussie First one passed away in January she had cancer..
LeeAnn

Marlee and PattiPanda; Get those pups some nylon bones or rawhide. Most pups chew tissue and tp, I don't know why. I have two dogs, each when puppies ran through: 1 pair of prescription eyeglasses, 3 Seiko watches, 7 pairs of my slippers, 3 pairs of my shoes, my cellphone, 12 pairs of leather and/or work gloves, Dad's boots, all the tp and tissue in house regardless of used or not used, and many other things I can't mention in good taste. So, whenever I go out I always bring home chew bones. It helps somewhat. Also, if you have a scent you can stand, like tea tree oil, or whatever, spray the box, the shoes, but not the cell phone.

My mind. Well there was either a conspiracy and ufo's landed in the night and sucked them out while we slept, or all three eloped on a bicycle.

I have to share a funny little thing that just happened; I rent this house I am in till the end of this month. The local Fire Marshall must be a volunteer, or something, cause he has nothing better to do than walk through here. First, he was through after we moved in, fine. then about a week later he told Landlord he wanted two supersized fire extinguishers, one upstairs in kitchen, one in basement. The landlady delivered, two. I took one out of box and set next to stove in kitchen. The second I left in box and left downstairs. Two months later, he insisted some guy put a lock on the electrical panel to ensure we couldn't shut off fire alarms. Fine, three weeks later he told landlady to go get fire extinguishers from here and have them checked to make sure they were charged. Ok back in box and off they went. Gone for three weeks, then back (what if we had a fire?), now, not two weeks later he wants to check to make sure they are here. I had them still in boxes from their last tour. Also he wants to check to make sure we didn't fool with the panel and turn smoke detector circuit off. By the way we've had four long power outages through-out this time. So, my landlady emailed me and asked it I could "take them out of the boxes", well I took to laughing, couldn't stop for a full ten minutes.  

I can't count the number of times I have had something in my hands...turned around to do something and then can't find what I just had in my hands..
Scooter and Jag 4 month old cocker spaniels....

Well today I took my 73 yr. old Dad to see his wife in another nursing home. One has to be right on their toes cause dad will look out his passanger side window, and say, ït's ok, go"and once there was this little four ft. nothing woman crossing in front of the truck and I almost hit her. One (me) has to remember my Dad doesn't have all his faculties, anymore and it's so habitual to just go, cause up untill ten years or so ago, he coult see a tire imprint from 100 yards away. I have to remember to do my own looking despite the "ök, go."

Also, I had written out my stepmom's address book, again for her,  she lost her previous one, and I painstakingly took it in to her room, promptly forgot I'd done so, spent twenty minutes out rummaging in the truck for the new book, couldn't find it, got more than a little mad at myself cause I thought I'd kicked it out someplace en route, and lo and behold, when I returned to her room, there it was, big as life, sitting on her dresser. Duh.