tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544815884453330886.post5379908603714665682..comments2023-07-05T08:54:04.566-05:00Comments on The Tao of Terri: A BreakthroughTerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13283569971756980289noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544815884453330886.post-12631576050618508722012-08-08T10:27:06.179-05:002012-08-08T10:27:06.179-05:00I hated the shitbag a lot more when we had preciou...I hated the shitbag a lot more when we had precious Goldie, who was about Albert's size. Now, with Joe, little dog = little poop. Not so bad actually.Terrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13283569971756980289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544815884453330886.post-8750359910720088652012-08-06T15:42:52.350-05:002012-08-06T15:42:52.350-05:00Oh Joe, I have the bestest friend for you. While P...Oh Joe, I have the bestest friend for you. While Phoebe was alive, apparently she convinced him that she owned every bit of territory outside the yard, and on this he was not allowed to tinkle or poop. Which was fine by me, because I didn't have to carry one of those hateful shitbags when I walked him. Now that Phoebe is dead, he has changed his habits. Back to the bag.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com