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Originally Posted by infinite monkey
They should do something about those Amish puppies [snip] forget shock collars. They're electric!
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And you can't even give the critters coffee to wake them up in the morn!
Or is that just Mormons?
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Originally Posted by DanaC
Hah! Out the house in Greenwich and down to the little art collective place?
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That's it. But Dylan, Diz and later Hely (because she had to stay at Steve's when I moved into the pub) all came under the yard gate, so their journey was even quicker than mine.
Diz would wait patiently by the backdoor to the workspace.
Hely had an abandoned cat's instinct. She creeped under the gates to and from the yard and sat by the front door to the office instead. She even knew my gait and would hear me from halfway down the street, meowing and bussing me on the legs.
I don't write about her often because we were in eachother's lives so briefly, and I know the home she went to was very loving. But I still hurt that I imprinted myself on a rescue cat and had to leave her because of Diz.