If I leave one of my tools out my husband puts it away – somewhere. I finally told him just put it on the front bench and I’ll put it away. If it’s not where it’s supposed to be I’ll never find it. I very much appreciate him washing the dishes also, but please, I’ll put the stuff away.
My grandad gave my sister $100 for her graduation in 1965. I remember her jumping up and down and squealing when she opened the card. I just looked it up on an inflation calculator – that was almost $1000 bucks! No wonder she was so excited!
Depends on the kid. Took my sister-in-law and then four year old nephew to the boarding stable to see my new Arabian mare. When I turned her out into the paddock where she does her usual stretching her legs canter kid turns to us and says “Oooh! She’s very graceful, isn’t she?” (She was too, definitely the “prettiest” horse I ever owned."
Had a Pekingese. Contrary to what you might think about small dogs, she very, very rarely barked. She would kind of go “poof” if she heard something, but that was it. I hung a strap of sleigh bells on the door handle and trained her to whack that when she needed to go out.
Does’nt bother me. I’ve had my husband to forget appointments after I’ve reminded him 3 times, and had it on the fridge on the calendar, and reminded him again morning of. You “forget” it, you pay for it anyway.
I’ve never had a cat that wanted to get into the carrier at home, that didn’t want to get out of the carrier at the vet’s, and then after their appointment all you have to do is open the door and they’d slink back in.
For months after I had to have my Pekingese Kellie put down I’d think I heard her snuffling and snorting right next to me.