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Post by spike on Jan 21, 2020 12:47:05 GMT -5
So this past week has had moments as frustrating as trying to tightly hug wet jello. (everything is fine!) Last night I was just totally tuckered out. I curled up on my side, in my nice comfy bed, wrapped in my snuggly blankie, with my head gently resting on my soft, fluffy pillow, surrounded by darkness. Something woke me . . . there was something on my face . . .(watched Sigourney in one to many Alien movies). It was resting on the bridge of my nose and nestled in between my brows. The way my arm was curled it was not a dog . . . slowly terror was taking hold . . . as I moved . . . "IT" moved with me. With a silent scream loud enough that it should have exploded every window in the house outwards, I launched myself out of bed. Practically clinging to the ceiling with my fingernails, I look at my pillow to see what alien creature from the bowels of hell was after me. Yep >,< one of the dogs (Cricket . . . bad dog bad) brought me a tennis ball . . . I don't think the tic under my eye is permanent as it isn't twitching quite as rapidly now. Let me now talk to you about how amazing goldfish are as pets . . .
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Post by Laura_in_FL on Jan 21, 2020 14:14:43 GMT -5
Awww...poor spike, that sounds like quite a scare. Maybe you should lay off the Alien movies for a while. I can guarantee that a goldfish will not crawl in bed with you. But they are not nearly as cute and cuddly!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2020 13:10:59 GMT -5
Oh gosh, I was laughing!!! You told it so well, I could see it. But at least Cricket was sharing with you!!!!
Nothing against fish, but a fish won't lean into you and comfort you when you are sad.
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Post by paquebot on Jan 22, 2020 13:24:06 GMT -5
Get a Siamese cat. wake up with it curled next to your cheek. Almost less maintenance than a goldfish. 50-gallon tank with 10 which are edible size can keep one busy.
Martin
The truth is more important than the facts.
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Post by paulf on Jan 22, 2020 14:58:09 GMT -5
Six goldfish in the pond hibernating for the winter with a pond heater in place, no cats to snuggle with and the snow coming down again...I hate winter. So what else to do but mix goldfish, mixed nuts, fritos and cheetos together and much while reading a good detective novel. Now that's my kind of goldfish.
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Post by spike on Jan 22, 2020 15:59:09 GMT -5
I still say we once again talk about goldfish! So 20° outside and there I am bundled up, chipping loose frozen turdcicles, cause what you don't get now will turn to goosh when the thaw comes. WOO DONE! Dash for the door and it will not open. Why? Cause 3 fluffy morons are standing on their hind legs, paws on the door, noses resting on the window watching me try to open the door. Dumb doggie grins and tails going at the speed of light. Sigh. It was the battle of me against 200 pounds of furry stupidity. They are so lucky they are cute!
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Post by mgulfcoastguy on Jan 22, 2020 16:33:33 GMT -5
So this past week has had moments as frustrating as trying to tightly hug wet jello. (everything is fine!) Last night I was just totally tuckered out. I curled up on my side, in my nice comfy bed, wrapped in my snuggly blankie, with my head gently resting on my soft, fluffy pillow, surrounded by darkness. Something woke me . . . there was something on my face . . .(watched Sigourney in one to many Alien movies). It was resting on the bridge of my nose and nestled in between my brows. The way my arm was curled it was not a dog . . . slowly terror was taking hold . . . as I moved . . . "IT" moved with me. With a silent scream loud enough that it should have exploded every window in the house outwards, I launched myself out of bed. Practically clinging to the ceiling with my fingernails, I look at my pillow to see what alien creature from the bowels of hell was after me. Yep >,< one of the dogs (Cricket . . . bad dog bad) brought me a tennis ball . . . I don't think the tic under my eye is permanent as it isn't twitching quite as rapidly now. Let me now talk to you about how amazing goldfish are as pets . . .
My dog keeps putting his buffalo horn chew toy between the blankets on my bed. I've been rolling over on that lump randomly for 2 years.
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