Well, I know that this isn't really as bad but one night I got home late from work and had to pee like a racehorse. I raced into the door dropped my clothes on the bed and did my thing.
Then I changed clothes, went into the kitchen and put my lunch dishes into the dishwasher. I played with Speckles for a bit then started to get the dinner for Max and Speckles. Max? Where was Max? 15 min later I found him out in the hallway of my apt. He was just sitting there and sniffing underneath the doors of my neighbours. I didn't even see him sneak out and fortunately there is no where for him go really.
Don't feel guilty. It's happened to the best of us. Thank God Leroy was OK.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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