Originally Posted By Lisann22 Here is the truth. I'll tell the tale after I've had some rest. I'm still trying to console my poor little doggie. He's hooked up to an IV and resting after having gone through several rounds of rabies shots yesterday and today. Tomorrow it's doggie counseling and who knows what else in the future. <a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/lisa22ann/detail?.dir=c0bfscd&.dnm=ef6bscd.jpg&.src=ph" target="_blank">http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/ lisa22ann/detail?.dir=c0bfscd&.dnm=ef6bscd.jpg&.src=ph</a>
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter O M G ! ! ! I will have everyone know that the titles the artist himself gave to those drawings were "Lisa's version vs. Pixie's version" and I will forward that original e-mail to every single person on LP if necessary. 2oony. . . help me out here, brother. (You know you've always been my favorite).
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter And while we're sharing the truth, here's the cut and paste from an e-mail I sent earlier today. Names have been changed or left out to protect the. . . well, certainly not innocent, but I still didn't want to open up the possibility of people tracking down Lisa's pets and seeking retribution on my behalf. Because unlike SOME people, I have a soul. Let me just start by saying that all these "credible witnesses" who claim that "Fang" growled for at least five minutes, lifted his lip menacingly, had the cat send me a warning e-mail, and asked the other dog to deliver a warning telegram were darn near as tipsy on margaritas as I was. I'm just sayin'. So we're all sitting around the kitchen table talking when the sweet little guy jumped up into my lap. He's always seemed a good natured little dog, so I began petting and hugging the little darling. Then, with no warning that I can remember, he suddenly morphed into Cujo and sank his little fang into my cheekbone. And perhaps the saddest part of the entire evening is the fact that not one danged person expressed one iota of concern or sympathy for me. Noooooooo, I got NOTHING but abuse, while Lisa's mother voiced her concern that perhaps the dog would need to get more shots to protect him from any disease he might catch from me. And then there was the fifteen minutes of the ever-growing story of how I not only hugged him too tight, but I squeezed his poor little enlarged heart until his eyeballs were bulging and said heart and various other bodily parts and fluids were leaking out his ears and nose and blah, blah, blah while I continued quietly bleeding. So there you have it. I'm too weak to post more right now, but I know my therapist is going to be very proud of me for taking the initial step of trying to heal by talking through the horror.
Originally Posted By Lisann22 I was held hostage this weekend by the presence of Litter in my house. As many know my poor dog Simba was recently diagnosed with congested heart failure (seriously). He has been very ill. He's fragile. He's weak. He's not to get excited. So, Friday night after I treated Litter to a wonderful dinner at a local awesome Mexican restaurant (where the woman embarassed me amongst my people by ordering the Nachos Bell Grande) and a few "special blend" margaritas we went back to my humble adobe. My kind hearted, loving, warm and friendly little doggie jumped into Litter's lap to show his affection for her. What did she do? She proceeded to attempt to squeeze my poor ill dog's enlarged congested heart out. We warned her, he warned her, he whimpered and squirmed so she would release him but she squeezed and squeezed and squeezed till he was left with no options but to gently graze her cheek with a warning. See pictues above. Hang on I need tissue, I'm having a hard time keeping it together...
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter DVC_dad, go read this thread, paying particular attention to posts 92 and 97: <a href="http://mb.laughingplace.com/default.asp?WCI=MsgBoard&WCE=T-75011-P-10&Refresh=0808194337" target="_blank">http://mb.laughingplace.com/de fault.asp?WCI=MsgBoard&WCE=T-75011-P-10&Refresh=0808194337</a>
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Oh, you're a fine one to talk! Excuse me while I go put on my hip waders (and change the dressing on my wound).
Originally Posted By chickendumpling *GASPS* (loudly, obviously enough) SIMBA! I had NO idea you were talking about *my* Simba! I am SO torn now. PixieGlitter is one of my favorites (and so is Lisann22 but we're keeping that secret from PixieGlitter) but to have to choose sides between PixieGlitter and Simba?! Its just *too* much! I can't take the stress of LP anymore. *breaks down in tears*
Originally Posted By chickendumpling Oh. What's that you say? It's not all about *me*? Oh, alright then. I see. Carry on.
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Now look what you've done, Lisa. Was it not enough to lure me into your home, sic your attack chihuahua on me, refuse me medical treatment, and mock me mercilessly during my trauma? Noooooo, you had to go and upset chickendumpling, too.
Originally Posted By Lisann22 Don't make me play the sympathy card Litter, I could always deal the Sluggo card too!
Originally Posted By Lisann22 Yes chickend - Simba. Do you know that Simba was still so shaken on Sunday that he coughed, fainted and fell in the pool. I had to rescue him. It was frightening. I'm applied for FMLA today. I need time, the dog needs time.
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter A pertinent detail that Lisa is deliberately leaving out here is that when Simba fell in the pool, it was me who ran and got him a towel, and after Lisa fished him out of the pool, he escaped her and ran AWAY from Lisa and TOWARD me. I had to scoop him up, wrap him in the towel, and hand the poor, shaking little thing over to his owner, of whom he was clearly terrified. Can't say I blame him.
Originally Posted By chickendumpling My poor little Simba. PTSSD. I've heard of these things. But PixieGlitter says she was mauled. I, I, I...I'm so confused. *weeps*
Originally Posted By chickendumpling Did anyone catch any of this on video? Maybe that would clear everything up?
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter No, chickendumpling, the others were all much too busy cooing over my attacker and completely ignoring my bleeding face to think of videotaping it.
