I love how old pugs turn into these weird little monsters that are so ugly they’re cute. I have a pug mix who’s 12 and is getting to that point and it’s awesome. Every so often my husband and I contemplate adopting from a pug rescue— we particularly like the idea of a younger one to be a protege to our little monster.

I AM SQUEALING! Pugs are life, no ifs, ands, or chunky but(t)s about it

Oh fuck her. Wasn’t she the one who said we would all be “bowing down to President Trump”? She doesn’t believe any of this. She is just trying to spin her ass being booted.

I hope that Ross is just faking this “friendship” with her to get her to spill that T. You know, the whole thing about keeping your enemies closer. Next step: get her drunk enough to talk like crazy in national TV and give something up that can be used by daddy Mueller.

“I’m sure he loves Barbra Streisand, but just hasn’t had the public platform from which to declare that love just yet.”

He CANNOT sustain a show. It’s mind boggling.

I’m already sick of it. It’s going to be House Of Cards The Musical, as imagined by SNL’s Stephan on a meth binge.

“I’m sure he loves Barbra Streisand, but just hasn’t had the public platform from which to declare that love just yet.”

...typically reserved for... love songs to Drew Barrymore...

I’m with her.

I love your comment so much because it’s telling me that people are out here like, “No. This piece of meat is supposed to be tough and chewed on for at least ten minutes. That’s the way I like it.”

The Wikipedia page for “Smoke Inhalation” was crazy last night though..

A woman in my office loves this show and I swear to God this morning she told me she was throwing out her old Crockpot because of the danger. I told her I heard that wasn’t really something likely to happen and she was relieved.

No, the designation of service animals is pretty clear, they must be trained to preform a task. Animals trained to work with PTSD sufferers are trained to notice when someone is entering an anxiety state and help them out of that state sometimes even before they fully enter their flashback. Usually through touch but I…

My cat travels with me because he needs daily meds. He sits in his carrier under my seat along side my purse, taking up no space and meows a couple of times during take off and landing. No skin off anyone’s butt there.

I have issues with flying. I am basically in a state of quiet terror the whole time and looking for a way to knock myself out between A and B. This has never influenced me to want to bring an animal on a flight.

“Little Velcro sneakers” are you kidding me!? I need this kind of pure sweetness in my life.

My sister worked with someone who had a service mini-horse to help with their visual impairment. That thing was awesome. It wore little velcro sneakers inside. It was smart as a whip and so well-behaved.

Comfort turkeys?! Come ON. Turkeys are nowhere near comforting.