My dog sends you virtual love (he's smiling for you, really smiling, he really does do that)

If I thought I could teach my Boston to do this, I would drop $300 on a roomba right now. But she won't sit still for 5 seconds. She did wear this Christmas headband around for a long time today and that was pretty adorable.

You can't tell me that animals don't have emotions. They're so wonderful, and yes, when you're sick, they will come to your aid. My dog turned out to be a seizure dog when I was a teenager.

The idea is, that some dogs can smell the chemical change in the brain that occurs when a person has a seizure.

I am going to wake my dog, Lady Gaga, up and hug her! Dogs are the best things in the world.

Sorry, I had to-

So when people like this break up does the emotional strain really get to them and they start looking, like, really put together and neat?

Liam Neeson's kid was Jojen, too.

Wow that stinks. Do you think he went into arrears to pay for the piercing? Some people have crappy lucky—it runs in the jeans.

1. There's absolutely no need to use the term "slut" as a pejorative. Not that it was ever okay, but it's seriously not okay in 2014.
2. Why does "she" do that? She's fictional. The answer is because men in Japan made her that way, practicality be damned. Their need to demeaningly ogle tits trumps any kind of…

See, thing is? There's this thing called Representation; maybe you've heard of it? And I'm not trying to be condescending here, but it's a very important thing to people—that their media reflect their lives and their experiences, that they themselves can see avatars of themselves within not just their daily lives, but…

Love her! Portland, Maine represent!

We should change the state's name to Floriderp.

Because there's a gif for every occasion.

WOWOWOW okay okay. I know, I know, it's my own fault that I need to catch up on Sons but for FUCKS SAKE did the huge spoiler HAVE to be in the main headline?! I can't even safely scroll past it to avoid a Sons article, it just smacked me right in the face.

I'm so fucking mad.

Consider me one of them. FFS Guys!

Noooo, Jill Scott! I thought you were Golden, but your words are Getting In The Way of my long-held admiration of you. Whatever. I think it might be time you took A Long Walk and figure out why you're So In Love with the idea of defending this creep.

Hey Jill Scott. Kindly take a seat and STFU.

My cow, Princess Peach, and I. She is so sweet, I love her.

My three year old upon seeing this, "I WANT ONE THOSE COWS!"