Oh no. I’m so sorry.
Once a crazy dog lady, always a crazy dog lady. We’ve got four, sometimes I’m afraid they’ll take me with them when they go. 
{{{@Rebo }}}
@JaneDoe42, I’m drinking tea like it’s going out of style. I’m going to have to ask one of Them Downstairs if they’ll be willing to pick up a grocery store order for me because I’m going to run out before my quarantine is up.
I had five once upon a time! That was nuts, especially feeding time.
We have a Havanese, which is closely related to Bichons. She is a puppy. just barely past 1. Your Ernie looks a lot like her. My heart goes out to you, I don’t look forward to the inevitable day when age will catch up to her.
Ernie is definitely a sweetheart, surely a Very Good Boy. So sorry to hear that he’s gone, but it sounds like you definitely did the right thing. He was very sick and well advanced in doggie-years, and I’m sure under your loving care he lived a wonderful life! {{{hugs}}}. 
Related to the discussion on trying to find things in grocery stores: I make up most of my shopping list by going to the store’s online site to see what I need that’s on sale. Instead of a copy of the paper ad, the store breaks everything into categories. Pet items, household items, are fairly easy to check. But the way they categorize some things defies logic. Peanut butter and jelly is under “Breakfast Foods”, I’ve seen tortillas under “Packaged Meats”, etc. (I can’t remember where they list honey, because I usually get mine at the local farmer’s market.) I’m wondering if it’s the same principle of rearranging the store so you have to look everywhere to find things.
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{{{ Rebo }}}
Thanks but she moved to hospice so I can see her…
Sure you can! Plenty of room left on the crazy pet lady bench next to me.
Sounds like you gave him a gentle, love-filled, peaceful transition. Tough on you but so kind.
Seriously. Just fuck allergies with a rusty chainsaw with bad gas.
The other night I discovered I had a case of the munchies as I was trying to go to sleep. So I went to the kitchen to grab a snack I’ve been enjoying for decades with no problem. 30 minutes later I find myself covered with welts and itching like I’ve been rolling in poison ivy.
No big deal. That’s a typical reaction for me when encountering a new allergen. Pop a couple of Benadryl from the medicine cabinet and go back to bed. 30 minutes later and no relief so I down 2 more.
30 minutes later and still no relief so I check the expiration date. Fuck me with previously mentioned chainsaw. 2013.
I dig into my travel bag for a good dose of diphenhydramine and make my way to the kitchen to open the blister packs. The next thing I’m aware of is my daughter slapping me awake while my wife is having a panic attack on the phone with 911. Apparently you only notice your diminished mental facilities in hindsight.
So my next hour is a random collection of memories of arguing with paramedics that I didn’t need to go to the hospital because the symptoms would pass because I wasn’t already dead. Then the same conversation with a pair of county deputies. I was lucid enough that they couldn’t transport me against my will. So about a half hour later I recovered enough that I got up and walked back to bed, albeit a bit groggy.
Woke up the next morning with nothing to show for my experience but a small cut at the end of my eyebrow where my face met the floor in the first fall.
A bit of Google revealed that the reaction was to dilate my blood vessels resulting in my blood pressure hitting the 80/50 range. The medicine cabinet has now been purged of all expired meds.
Thanks for the hugs, guys.
What is, “things only a man would say”! 
I’m glad you’re okay, @Projammer.
In our store, frozen pierogies are hidden in the case with breakfast stuff like scrapple and Jimmy Dean sausages.
Why the fuck does Windows keep changing my default printer on me? First it was changing it from Adobe PDF to Snagit. Now it’s changing it to Microsoft PDF Writer.
I fucking set it to Adobe PDF! LEAVE IT THE FUCK ALONE!
FUCK Microsoft and it’s “we know better than you do what you want to do.”
Correction. It’s now called Microsoft Print to PDF.
Rant still stands.
I’m getting sick and tired of having to check that my default printer is the one I wanted.
I do not remember faces well. It is a pet peeve of mine when people approach me and say, “you don’t remember me, do you?”.
So, yesterday a woman sees me at work and says just that. I look at her and no, I have no fucking idea who she could possibly be, and further I was pissed off at her for rubbing my nose in my inability to ID her. I told her I did not like playing her game and refused to participate. I walked away angrily.
She stopped me and apologized. Turns out she knew me (and to a far less extent, I knew her) some 30 years ago. It took all my self control to not point out that her own mother wouldn’t recognize her because time has not been kind. Jesuschrist had she aged poorly. People tell me I look like I did at 20 other than the Santa thing (gained weight and my beard is white).
I’m glad you’re OK.
Also, I’m really wondering what the killer snack was — strawberries and shrimp dipped in peanut butter, maybe?
I have had the experience of getting an allergic reaction (mild ones, in my case) from foods I’ve eaten before. I once had a reaction from some leftover sesame noodles, although I’d didn’t get any allergic when I ate the first portion at the restaurant.
Now that chilly nights have started arriving, a young rodent’s fancy turns to invading our home for a snug winter.
There’s nothing like being jarred out of sleep in the wee hours of the morning by your spouse, who says “I hear something in the next room!”.
The “something” is reported to be skittering and scraping noises, coming from an adjoining room that’s supposed to be unoccupied. I get up and listen at the connecting door. Nothing. Mrs. J. points down at the crack under the door and whispers “Is that a tail?”
Why, yes, it is indeed a tail sticking under the door into the bedroom. And using my powers of expert analysis, it seems to be a rodent tail. Why is a rodent tail protruding under the door?
By a circuitous route, I enter the other room through a separate doorway and find what I’m expecting - a mouse. Only it has managed to get its head caught in an unfortunately non-lethal trap that I baited and set out last winter, attracted to a thoroughly dried out dab of peanut butter. Out it goes.
Now I’ve set a total of a dozen traps in various key locations (the basement is a favored point of entry), largely switching from convenient plastic Tomcat traps to the reliably lethal (but scarier to set) metal and wood Victor model. One of the latter, by the water heater, has already claimed a victim.
Oh, how I love them mousies.
One of these days we should get an exterminator to identify and seal points of entry, of which there are probably many in a house this old. For now, it’s catch and dispose of the cawpses, as they say in New England.
That sounds like one of my patented Strawberry Shrimpcakes, are you implying that there is something wrong with it?! 
Yep, I caught my first mouse of autumn also. My gf requires that I live trap them. She then releases them in our barn, in a little mouse-city she has set up with food/water/shelter for them.
We have the fattest Central Ratsnakes in the area.