It is so unfair that we live so long, and our pets do not. May your memories of your wonderful little dog bring you comfort. {{hugs}} from an internet stranger if you want them.
I’m turning the carcass into soup today, and we’ve just polished off the in-bird stuffing & cranberry sauce. Still have one small serving of green bean casserole, half the out-of-bird stuffing, and about half the desserts.
Where I live, everyone is “dude” unless they tell you they don’t like being called that. Male, female, non-binary, adult, child – all dude. That bagel you dropped on the floor? Dude. The fact that you dropped the bagel? Also dude. It’s all-encompassing.
I presumed that’s just the line he happened to open the door on. Like they started before Christmas and it’s such a long song that they’re still not done.
Carnivorous butterflies do exist: >