Comments on: A Portrait of Tortured Love http://labloggergal.com/2009/10/18/a-portrait-of-tortured-love/ Life & Ramblings of an LA Blogger Gal Thu, 12 Jan 2012 09:17:55 +0000 http://wordpress.org/ hourly 1 By: LA Blogger Gal http://labloggergal.com/2009/10/18/a-portrait-of-tortured-love/comment-page-1/#comment-1782 LA Blogger Gal Mon, 19 Oct 2009 06:49:53 +0000 http://labloggergal.com/?p=1692#comment-1782 That's funny. And makes me realize it could've been worse. Then again, he was slowly moving Pinky around to get closer to her Bo and the next time I looked, she was stuck in the door getting squished. Not cool at all. Next step would have been on the floor and a part-time job as a chew toy for the pupster. Rest assured, they're back together now ;-) That’s funny. And makes me realize it could’ve been worse. Then again, he was slowly moving Pinky around to get closer to her Bo and the next time I looked, she was stuck in the door getting squished. Not cool at all. Next step would have been on the floor and a part-time job as a chew toy for the pupster. Rest assured, they’re back together now ;-)

]]> By: Sundry http://labloggergal.com/2009/10/18/a-portrait-of-tortured-love/comment-page-1/#comment-1781 Sundry Mon, 19 Oct 2009 00:19:18 +0000 http://labloggergal.com/?p=1692#comment-1781 Ha! Years ago when I worked at UCLA's management library, I had a couple of little animals on my desk. One was a squeaky dinosaur that my husband got me and one was a little stuffed puffin a librarian brought me back from a trip. As part of processing some monthly periodicals I'd remove the little ribbon place keepers from them and ended up with a bunch of them tied to my book truck. I came in one morning to find a type-written suicide pact note and both dolls hanging by their necks from the end of my truck. Luckily, it was funny! Ha! Years ago when I worked at UCLA’s management library, I had a couple of little animals on my desk. One was a squeaky dinosaur that my husband got me and one was a little stuffed puffin a librarian brought me back from a trip. As part of processing some monthly periodicals I’d remove the little ribbon place keepers from them and ended up with a bunch of them tied to my book truck. I came in one morning to find a type-written suicide pact note and both dolls hanging by their necks from the end of my truck. Luckily, it was funny!

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