He was so young...
I need to stop pretending he's dead, cuz he's really not.
Sick maybe, but not dead.
The doctor is going to see him in about an hour to see what's to be done.
Talk to people is great though. Shawn has only been with me for a little over 2 weeks and now he's 'seized up'. People are throwing advice to me to complain, be angry, and yell at the dealership that sold it to me and stuff. To be honest, I purchased him used, divorced from some other woman that threw him to the curb. I can't blame Shawn for his depression and sickness. Just gotta help him through it! (Alice must be dying about now... she hates that I treat an inanimate object, like Shawn, as a person!)
I'm undecided if I'm treating Shawn more like a boyfriend or a child/pet. I know in the beginning I treated him like a boyfriend driving me around places, but the dialogue in my head was different....
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| ~sneakin up behind him... |
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| Stay. Stay. Good boy!! |
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| Sit Shawn sit!!! Good boy!! |
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| Play dead boy. Wait!! Wait.... NUUUUUUUUU!!!!!! |
I covered him so he wouldn't catch cold. Sadly, I'm not strong enough nor could muster a truck and enough men to take him anywhere and I was too short for time and cheap to tow him home. Luckily, the dealer that sold him to me is coming to take a look and take him to sick bay at the dealership to work on him if needed. My poor baby!!!
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