Absolutely selfish pricks, the pair of them. "I want a dog, I want a dog, wah wah waaaah" says the horrible neophyte. "A dog that has no hair and doesn't bark" says sterile, adverse middle aged harridan, to keep her total wastrel layabout fake concubine happy. We have to spend 6 months in England and travel the world the remainder of the time - what a fabulous idea, a dog! Cars, motel rooms, 5 star hotels, crappy shatohs, and a dump. Perfect for a pet.
WE have wanted a dog for years but our peripatetic life would not benefit any pet, so we have refrained. Oh, but not Fraudie. Left her responsibility with anyone OR dragged Lancelot from pillar to post, despite being carsick often.
BTW, Thanks also to the wonderful humour/expose of the IG Lancelotdelalande, I shall miss your rapier wit.
Derail from Lancelot BUT remarkable all the same: what about PhiPhi eff-face ( I am so angry at internet grifting strangers which is bonkers in itself {!} ) pawing through Mummy's wardrobe yet again, with great thought and attention to detail, to pack her SOF wardrobe. WTAF ??? There is an actual daughter at the house her parents purchased for their princess and yet Fraudie's oh so hetero manly man gayance is tasked with that??
Back to Lancey, they always leave tardily, - this time after the garlic naan is proofed and made, - to spend a night in a roadside motel, always frugal dontcha know, on the way to SOF. Did Lancelot's demise almost mess up their travel plans. All that way for only 3 days? First night, first vet? 2nd night at seemingly plush phiphi parent rental, 2nd vet? But, let's not abandon this mini break (give me a freakin break more like) so richly deserved, lets just push on with poorly pup. Contemptible horrid selfish pair.