My six year old pup lives with my parents because I can’t have dogs at the house I’m currently staying in. My dad sent me this email a few nights ago:
Hon (short for Honey) is what he calls my mom, Jinger is my dog’s name, and Jingercita (Spanglish for little Jinger) my pup’s name. Sure, it’s a bit of hyperbole to say she saved their lives, but she would’ve done the same thing had it been an actual alarm.
Pretty neat, IMHO! Now I’m just wondering if they’re going to give my pup back to me when I move?
The carbon monoxide detector saved my parents lives about a year ago - it was a furnace malfunction. Make sure they did put fresh batteries in and didn’t just rip them out!
Also, you know what the rules are in threads about pets.
Sorry, I’m kinda dog crazy - I’m not allowed to get one until we get back from Vegas, and I just can’t stand it. And I swore up and down that after Haplo I’d never get another dog.
Famous last words. I’ve found that once you’re ensconced in the whole dog routine – feeding, walking, bedtime rituals, etc. – it’s pretty hard to give up. Only another dog will put things right with the world.
Oh, and – GOOD DOG! :: offers a virtual dog cookie ::
How come they didn’t take care of the alarm when it was beeping? You don’t have to be a dog to be pissed off about incessant beeping and make a fuss till it’s changed.
Exactly. I’m guessing it was spaced far apart enough that it didn’t even register, since they were both sleeping. Also, it’s possible that the low battery tone is quieter than the actual alarm.
I have another in focus, but it’s got his whole face in it, and I didn’t think it’d be kosher to post.
Those bruises take forever to heal, but they sure are sexy!
