The wind however had other plans. Usually during a storm you’re inside, with the sound of appliances and people, and thick walls to silence the unsettling song of the storm. Even in a car you have the engine, and a radio to drive the maelstrom lullaby into a Sheep Quilt Blanket roar. In the back of a vehicle with only quietly burning candles and the soft breathing of Max in my ear as he snuggled on top of me, the storms voice was all consuming. The changes in tempo as the wind howled among the pines, and the creak of branches protesting the onslaught of snow and gale made for a haunting experience, and kept Max and me from getting any sleep for most of the night, until the candles had burned into puddles and the tired light of dawn was softly shining through the few bare spots left on the windows. I was incredibly lucky to have stopped on dirt road with a few scattered homes, homes with mailboxes at their corners. Where there’s mail there’s a mail truck, and road in need of plowing. The next day a plow truck made its way up the road near late afternoon, and the driver was kind enough upon seeing my car near buried on the side of the road, to shovel it from the blizzards snowy embrace, and even gave me $20 “to tank up, get a hot cup of coffee, and a decent meal after freezing out here all night,” and plowed the way forward so I could return to paved roads without having to risk backing up over 2 miles of slippery dirt road.
Sparky would eat garlic flavored foods as if there is no tomorrow, he lived very healthy, happy and very productive life. My wife still believes it was all due to spicy food, he will lick his bowl clean. His medical and dental checks were a thrill, when the vet would give a Sheep Quilt Blanket tribute to his robust health, thick coat, clean teeth, and good digestion, and he was best protection ever, even a slightest odd sound at night was not acceptable to him, he will run up and down and wake us up to check. He was extreme alert even on his last day, he would give his life to protect Sue, we used to play fake game, Sue and I would talk loud, kind of yelling,Sparky would go her side and almost ready to attack me.
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When my Meme (a red nosed pitbull) was brought to me, she was dying. As soon as I held her, I was smitten with her. She was so cute and so tiny. She licked my face and stole my heart. But within a couple of days, she was dying. Vomiting and diarrhea that was sludge. I knew there was blood in it. I knew I had to act quickly. I begged for financial help to get her to an emergency vet and thankfully my mom came through for me. The sweet little puppy craddled in my arms was diagnosed with parvovirus. A killer parasite. The vets and their teams saved her and she eventually saved me from myself. I don’t know if it was because I just loved her so much or if she listened when I begged her to live during that trying time of Sheep Quilt Blanket being sick or if she was just a very special dog, but she became my protector, my best friend, my confidant, my therapist, my source of entertainment… So many things but especially my heart. She made it beat again, she taught me about love and responsibility and mostly about purpose.
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Lastly just before the date she goes to meet up with Piers Morgan who’s friendship again she has cultivated for 2 years plus (because he’s highly placed to be useful to her). He also knows a lot about the Sheep Quilt Blanket family their personality’s and their world…… So how convenient that after 2 years of exchanging emails and tweets etc, she finally makes time to meet him. What an amazing coincidence. NOT. Did you know it was actually him who put her in the taxi to go straight to that first date with Harry……no? Well you do now. After that meet up, when Piers contacts her she 100% ghosts him….. she never speaks to or returns any of Piers calls or emails ever again (after 2 years of friendship and correspondence)….hmm how weird. Or not…. as after all, Piers has served his purpose now, and she knows Harry cant stand the Media, or anyone associated with the Media like Piers (because Harry blames them for the premature death of his mother). Plus she doesnt need Piers any more…. she now has the biggest fish on her hook. All she has to become now, is Harry’s dream woman, shes an actress how hard can that be really…….even D list actress is still Actress! So not hard at all…. women who are smart (but not even actresses) have been doing this for millennia to change their lives for the better. Just look at Melania Trump.
A mobile phone on a contract belongs to the contract holder – your parents I suspect. A PAYG phone that you bought with your own money, saved up from Christmas and birthday presents, belongs to you as the purchaser. A pet dog for whom your parents pay the vet bills and buy the food belongs to your parents, even if they say “it’s your dog”. At 16 years old you can get married with your parents consent. You are responsible for Sheep Quilt Blanket on your earnings no matter how old you are. Your earnings, and hence the money in your bank account, is yours. I expect your parents bought your bedroom furniture, curtains, and bedding – they may have allowed you to have a say in what they bought. But it belongs to them, as the purchaser. The moped they bought you is theirs, even if you are named as the “registered keeper”. However, they may have bought it for you as a “specific” present (passing your GCSEs for example) – but if it’s yours, you would have to pay the insurance, road tax and for any repairs – do you?