My mom's partner, D., is the best alpha person a dog could know on the planet. She's done something with my mom and now I don't have to pretend to be THE BOSS anymore. I was a terrible boss. It's not my calling, but enough about Greeks (alpha, beta, interferon...)
Anyway ... D. had more of a scare than I think my mom did during 2007. My mom was mostly drugged out on Darvoset, Vicodin, Percocet, Oxycodone, etc ... or comatose, and didn't realize what was going on until she woke up with all sorts of paraphernalia attached to her orifices. She said that there was a breathing tube, a feeding tube, chest tubes, drains, and assorting other conduits for bodily fluids. Her partner actually had to look at all this stuff. My mom on the other hand just felt some of it. Then again, what can you feel when you're as high as a kite. She told me that she had intense hallucinations. So whenever I have a pressing question, I head on over to my mom's partner, and ask her. She's the woman in the know. She can look death in the face and, I'm not sure what she did with that view, but she's still here, and I'm glad. She even plays with me. Can't ask more than that. Playing is where it's at. To the right is a picture of me at my mom's 49th birthday glad-to-be-alive party. It was originally of D. and my mom playing, but they're not up for photo ops right now. They were at some kind of women's social, dancing, frolicking (I like the licking part) I wanted to go along, but I hate wearing clothes and they said ... "No clothes, no dance!" so I took their picture out and put mine in instead. I'm cuter anyway.
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