There's been at least two ways Spitfire has emotionally soaked me.  The first way was through their gentle dominance, when she was establishing who was boss.  I got my emotional arse drenched by what she did.  No, she didn't fill my cup, she dunked me in a pool. That feeling is still pretty fresh in … Continue reading Soaking


It's official.  My vertigo is finally bad enough that my family doctor is sending me to a specialist.  I saw them last night at the extended hours clinic.  The worst part, was after doing the treatment to get rid of it, I was sat up on the exam stable, and nearly fainted right off of … Continue reading Spoiled