It's another of those situations where I say to myself, "Now. Now I will have the nervous breakdown." And then I wait around for one and it never comes, and someone asks, "What's for dinner," and there I am, frying the garlic and making jokes and carrying on as usual. Then it's too late for the nervous breakdown because, well, there I am coping already.
So. No nervous breakdown for me. Dammit.
All prayers are gratefully accepted and thanks to all those of you who have already started. This is not something for which I usually advertise so openly (I always figure God has a lot better things to do than save me from my own stupid decisions), but I'm asking now. And I'll leave it at that.
Just to bring things back to normal, here are a few pictures of Abbey and her hedgehog. Australian Shepherds do not fetch, but Abbey will fetch the hedgehog. The hedgehog prevents her from stealing all our socks too. She doesn't chew them; she just...collects them.
Can you stand the cuteness?
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Can you make carnitas out of dog?
Can you make arroz con pollo out of African Grey?
Stop, you guys, please. We have an emergency on our hands. Would someone please rescue the hedgehog?
The only danger to the hedgehog is being saliva-ed. Unless you count when Hokie dropped him (her?) in the water bowl...
Oh, and if Gaspode gets a hold of him (her?)...
Any influence I might have with any powers that be is being exerted on your behalf. In the meantime, bravo for coping and the Awwww is terrific!
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