c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-13–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-12–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-11–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-10–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-9–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-8–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-7–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-6–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-5–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-4–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-3–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-2–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-1–>c505218304b50c59c3659f6dda43bae7-links-0–>p class=”MsoNormal”>Dear Agnes,
I have read your pages with sheer delight. You seem to be a very knowledgeable woman and now I need your kindly advice.
I am a long suffering mate; although my partner of eight years continues to show me undying love, she feeds and waters me regularly, she tells me when I have been good .. well ..ll ..ll ……ahhhh!!
..well, frankly, things have been going to the dogs recently. She whines and whinges continuously … she complains that my breath smells; that I have odours coming from my body, and so on … and just lately, it has all come to a head (if you get my meaning).
I am at her beck and call and never answer back, now I feel she is getting ready to dump me for another. Whatever will I do?
I show my love on a daily basis and we snuggle up together. How bad can those odours be? Have we not all got body odours??
This can only get worse. I couldn’t beat new competition as I’m slowing down with arthritis. Please help.
Lost and lonely
Dear, ah.. eh.. Terrier,
I do NOT at all ‘get your meaning’ !!!!
You show your love daily, doggie-fashion? Do I read you right?
Can this have some other meaning that what I think?
Let me put it this way…
is this your missionary position?
You BOTH sound to me, like a thoroughly disgusting ‘kettle of fish’!!
And, if you read this as a reference to body odours..
well, have it your own way!
Indeed, that’s what I fear you are already up to.
Let me confide in you my own experience.
That blackguard out in the potting shed
.. where I have confined him for past transgressions ..
came crawling back last time with tales that he had finally be driven from his most recent harlot by – quote- ‘the smell’.
Your disgusting ‘woes’ have brought all this back to me.
Let me tell you this …..
Let me tell you this …..
You’re barking up the wrong tree if you expect sympathy here!