I'm down in the basement last night getting some rice for dinner out of our storage room. This is connected to our theater room and a little window space has been left for sound equipment and cables to go through to the storage room. The sound of wailing was enough to startle me into running in there to see if somebody died, which of course someone had--Marley the dog.
I didn't know whether to try to calm them down, or laugh, or worry, or what, but when I called Brooke's mom to warn her to set aside money for Brooke's future therapy she suggested I get a picture. So I did. Really I should have gotten some video.
What you are seeing here is not dramatized in any way. In fact it really doesn't do it justice. Then they came upstairs and the full blown sobbing continued on for another 20 or 30 minutes.
What you are seeing here is not dramatized in any way. In fact it really doesn't do it justice. Then they came upstairs and the full blown sobbing continued on for another 20 or 30 minutes.
"Why did they do that to their dog?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"It's. . . just. . . so . . . sad."
(Sob, sob, sob . . . )
I gave Rebecca an Advil and told them to go find something funny to watch.
Did you do this with your friends? Cause I gotta say I never did!
They kill me.
1 comment:
That picture of Rebecca and her friend is a riot! So funny! It reminds me of when I was a teenager and my BFF and I went to see Titanic in the theater. We bawled at the end, then sat in the car for an additional 20ish minutes crying. We felt like dorks, but we just watched Leonardo Dicaprio die. That's traumatic for a teenager. :)
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