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Originally Posted by WT Sharpe
Does everyone know I broke the pinkie toe on my left foot when I stubbed it a few nights ago? Well, feeling sorry for Norton, who greatly misses our daily walks, I decided to take him for a spin around the yard a few minutes ago. You know how everybody talks about how empathic pugs are? Right! You've never heard anyone say it because they aren't. Sure, they do that head-tilt thing that makes it look like they're hanging on every word you say, but that's just a fake-out. They haven't a clue and could care less. Sure they love you, they love you to pieces, but they totally lack any ability to empathize with any pain or struggle that you're going through. They love you like a small child, who's back outside playing 10 minutes after your funeral.
The first thing Norton did after I put his leash on was to jump around excitedly and nearly nail the nail connected to my damaged digit. Then once we got outside he kept pulling on the leash as if trying to transfer all my weight to that wounded toe.
I can't wait until my powers return. And neither can Norton.
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As someone who has managed to break my pinkie toes a ridiculous number of times (they are practically deformed from the constant damage), you have my sincere, heartfelt sympathies. Twwooooly.
(And my fuzzy companions, who are of the feline variety, seem to have an unerring ability to decide to jump up in bed and hit my feet, WHENEVER I have a broken digit, of whatever variety. I think it's a secret animal-companion thing..."ooooh, let's pretend we don't know that's broken, and whack it!") (j/k)
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