Don't envy you in the least. I've never been particularly good at dealing with people in person, so I doubt I could handle that sort of environment. Especially not someplace like Vegas.
It is stressful. I definitely need my two days of a week. Sadly we're short handed so that rarely happens.
On an unrelated note, I commissioned someone at DA for artwork of Eebon in pony form (a.k.a. Ebony Evening from my current fanfic project). This thread could use more cuteness, so I'll toss it here after it becomes available.
If it's cuteness we need, have my avatar for the Reality app my fiancée got me into. Her name is Tokki Rivera.
Has anyone played Genshin Impact? I was going to install it and it was like 56+GB to download. I didn't download it, is it worth it?
(Callista squeals over the doggy's adorableness somewhere in the background) Small dogs we don't have a problem with. It's the ones Labrador-sized and bigger that make me nervous.
I remember my parents and I visiting someone once quite some time ago. They had this overweight Chihuahua in a little sweater (I think), and one of the people who owned him described him as an oversized rat. The dog behaved himself, though. If he barked at us at all, I have no recollection of it.
Tito's almost a year old and hasn't been fixed yet so he's still got an abundance of energy. He's pretty good for the most part but definitely has a bit of a mean streak when he doesn't get attention.
I have 2 chihuahuas (one is a chiweenie too!). Mine are older though, both are over 10 by now and both are rescues.
Got a few cats that I would classify as "rescues" to some extent. Our cat Magglio was actually found in the middle of a small-town road just sort of staring up at the sky, with no sign of his mom or other kittens, so my mother ended up bringing him home. He spent the next thirty minutes or so on the way back home happily exploring the car without any fear. ...Aaaand I just realized that's all I have time for. Got to get to work. ()^_^
My mom has 2 cats. The mama cat (that we just call Mama) is really chill while the one from her litter that mom kept (named Bear) is wild and a little bit dumb. They basically inherited my old room when I moved out.
I remember growing up with a cat that was a year older than me. She was called cat. I think we were sure she was above names. She was special and lived for over 22 years.
