Most people are arseholes. And then there are animal lovers :-)

Also, don’t all Israeli’s serve in their army at the age of 18 for at least two years? Meaning all Israeli’s have some sort of military training.

Bibi is going to be pissed and while Trump may think they have a lot in common, Bibi is actually a scary macho guy.

See, therein lies the rub. He doesn’t see them as his enemy. All the Russians need to do is smile and nod and stroke his gross ego, and suddenly they’re his best friends. That’s all it takes. Anyone who tries to tell him no or hold him accountable or maybe even just to hold him to a standard level of human morality…

Haha! Time to eat your own words, Donnie:

Has the right to declassify information doesn’t mean to our FUCKING enemy, you money blinded pieces of decrepit dog shit.

Can we crowd fund her legal fees?

Also why are there heart shaped photograph charms of her and the dumpster fire on the sides of the pram? Is it some sort of way to ensure that they don’t lose him?

I also asked her to describe Trump in three words and her response was: “Stupid asshole”

Well it must be the name. My Zoe has a note in her file at the vet because she opened the door and left. The day care had to put in deadbolt locks with a pin pad because Zoe opened the door and.... let the dogs out.

Can’t help comparing Ms. Minaj to the assholes in the bathroom.

Who here hates eating dinner with people with atrocious table manners?

Me too. I really hope Pam is right.

I didn’t see one— so... Pet Thread!

That makes me feel better. Thank you.

It was probably a large bird of prey of some sort. It probably (unfortunately) had the head in its beak while flying over and bit down a bit too hard.

I just got home from the vet and Zoe has a large mass in her liver/pancreas area and her liver is enlarged. I called the specialty vet and was told the scheduler for the internist just left and won’t be back until Wednesday. The woman didn’t have time to schedule an appointment herself because of the volume coming…

With Mother’s Day coming up tomorrow, I just wanted to share the story of when I was eight and my mom threw a can of creamed corn at me in a grocery store. In her defense, she did yell “Here, catch!” as the corn was halfway through its trajectory; just in time for me to look up, ensuring it hit me square in the face.…

I’d probably give the bear the brownies.
Earlier this week I made little turkey sandwiches for my crows.