We had three doxies. We adopted Jackie, then her mother Annie and later Chewy. Poor Annie had been used as breeding stock. They sucked all the life out of her, but she had a good home for about 6 months. Chewy was pistol. She had back issues and jumped off the bed in the middle of night and that was it for her. Jackie had a good life with us. Our children were young back then and she was a good girl.
My high school girlfriend was two grades behind me, although we were less than year apart in age. It was tougher on her than me. I was very busy as a college Freshman (I actually had to study!) and I joined a fraternity so I had new brothers and a social life. She was stuck in high school for two years with no boyfriend, not going to dances or the Prom. Rough.
I was driving on the freeway a few years ago and the sub-humans in the car in front of me tossed out a few fast-food bags. I may have signaled their I.Q. when I passed them.
I don’t think my younger brother was sad when I went away to college. Probably happy to have his own bedroom. He did come to my fraternity at college and decided he wanted to so that, so he focused more on his studies and his GPA.
Yep. I used to jump out of planes, now I am banned from using a ladder.