I was stung by fire ants in Tucson in 1958. Sixty-four years later I still have not forgotten.
You can’t have it boat ways.
Very well stated. We have one of each; the Standard Poodle attached himself to my wife, and the Siberian Forest Cat attached herself to me. Both pets are quite lovable and well-cared for.
Been there. Done that.
Back on March 29, 1958, originally it was called “Eatanter” (which, personally, I prefer):
I recall seeing the cartoon where “Dippy Dawg” signed his contract (that’s how “he” spelled it).
“Well, you just wait, they’ll find you yet,
And when they do, they’ll put you in
The ASPCA, you mangy mutt!"
Some things do not change. I’m still two years older than you are. ☺
Sorry, Karin; no drumsticks here. I use Tofurky so that I can have a dairy dessert! I hope things are at least reasonably good for you.
“The name’s Magoo; Quincy Magoo.”