Muh Muh Muh My Corona (virus)

thanks for sharing. I’ve lost 4 dogs in my lifetime and it’s never easy. My current dude (Riggs) is not doing so well and I’m getting emotional just posting this. I know the day is coming but I don’t want to bring him to the vet. He’s not suffering from what I know, but I can tell he’s not himself. I will do it soon, but I just want to spend a bit more time with him. Not too much to ask.

 

And then there are the people who might keep wearing masks.

But for others, the widespread use of masks has made the past year one of liberation.

With a mask, you can sing in the grocery store, talk to yourself on a walk, grimace in the gym, leave the spinach in your teeth, have coffee breath, forget lipstick — and no one is the wiser. Oh, the savings on Altoids and L’Oréal this past year!

Folks on social media write little odes to the masked life:

“I love wearing a mask. I want to do this forever. It has helped my social anxiety so much.”​

Perspective | Here are the people who love wearing masks. And not just because they want to avoid covid-19. — The Washington Post

 

Masks are the new bow ties.

 

I love not wearing makeup. I like not having to pretend to smile when people make eye contact with me out in public.

 

A mask forces you to emote with your eyes.

 

Better for robbing banks.

 

I had an eye doctor appointment last week and came out of the office wearing my mask and sunglasses for dilated pupils. I looked like one of the Capitol rioters, or those police sketches of D.B. Cooper.

 

If it's Deutsche Bank, no mask necessary.

 

2 cats, 2 dogs, 2 fish (not really counting the fish as pets).
The cats were sisters from different litters. They had fairly lengthy lives. Both got some diseases and had to be sent to the bridge.
The dogs had to endure moving 45 miles south. Belle, a medium-sized lab developed some sort of growth at the base of her tail that affected her hind legs. She tried to use her chin to pull herself up the stairs to sleep at the end of our bed. When the vet started talking about knowing a vet who is doing experimental surgery, we had to let her go. We wanted nothing to do with that. Kobe, a little terrier mix, got a blood disease. She needed a transfusion. The vet said it required half the bag. They would store the other half if we needed it later. Little dog responded well, but that lasted only 2 weeks. We took her back for the other half of the blood. "Oh, sorry, it's expired." We took the dog to say goodbye to grandma and put her down the next day.
Now, we have another little one, Molly, a terrier-chihuahua. We got her at 7 weeks. She wasn't supposed to survive past 6 years, but a urinary surgical process ($3,000) was successful. She will be 14 in June, but she might not last that long. Very unsteady now, sleeps a lot, won't eat, then nibbles, coughs. We are prepared.
The wife will want another dog, but not right away. She wants a break from pets for a while to maybe do some traveling.

 

That is a very good point.

 

After wishing a difficult customer a nice day and sending them on their merry way, they don't know if I'm saying "thank you" or "fuck you."