I love the dialog that goes on here at DKos. I even love the heated arguing that sometimes arises. I don't like, much less love, the nasty, personal attacks flying back and forth across keyboards at the fingers of some pretty intelligent folks.
This vitriole has caused a number of seasoned kossacks to take a temporary leave of our community, and I for one miss damn near all of them, but I miss PhillyGal the most.
So, in the spirit of that dear, dear lady this is a cold-as-hell in NE Ohio, MLK Weekend, Sunday night let's play nice, pootie diary.
Bring on the pooties!
Meet Henry and Eleanor - my Christmas pooties who came to live with me on December 11th. They found me wandering around the Cleveland Animal Protective League and were most impatient to get on the road home to Berea.
The pooties are all in the same room at the APL and the minute I walked in Henry spotted me and set about making sure I spotted him. He meowed, and pawed, and danced, and did all that goofy stuff pooties do when they want your attention, or food.
As hard as I tried to walk away from Henry, all the harder he put up a fuss, I'm telling you, that Henry's one talkative guy!
Eleanor was around the corner, with the girls, and she spotted me before I'd even taken the first step toward her. This little girl was not going to be left behind, she was coming to the party and she made sure I knew it!
So, tell me about your pooties, or woozles, or gerbils, whatever. How'd your life get crowded?
PG - if you're lurking, you are missed by pooties and woozles and kossacks alike.
Peace.