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Emotions Unmasked

I love Scooby Doo. I grew up with him and the Gang (not Our Gang). It is where I got my love of mysteries. I remember when we would get our Girl Scout cookies (always the Samoas) I was allowed three to last me through my episode. After watching Birds of Prey I asked if we could watch Scoob! since it was available. And we did. And it was good. And I cried. A lot.

Scooby and Shaggy are very much like Moose and I. Too much. I thought I was healed enough to enjoy the movie. I was not but I watched it anyway. The strain of being short staffed and such did not help. I stayed up way past when I should’ve gone to bed as well.

I think what started the whole thing was the “support dog” (it was an ankle biter and he had nothing on to indicate that he was a support dog like he is supposed to). I got the people in my line yesterday and we got to talking. It reminded me of Moose because he was very much my emotional support dog. And I miss him. Terribly.

And I apologize for the abruptness of all this. I got up at 6am and I have to be to work at 7am. Which means that I need to wrap this up and get out the door. I hope you all have a great day and thanks for reading. Stay safe!

6 thoughts on “Emotions Unmasked”

  1. A talking dog
    An age-old problem
    Laugh track
    Reefer madness?
    Shaggy the vegetarian
    Creepy Fred
    Go away, Scrappy-Doo
    Weird weather
    What’s real? |
    Fake ghosts
    It’s just business
    Post-apocalyptic?
    Scooby’s right there
    Emotions unmasked
    Scooby-Doo is right there
    In your head!

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