it had to be done.
I think "dog swarm" wins all proposals. Everyone else can just stop now (unless they are partaking in a dog swarm).
I would agree to most anything if presented/distracted by 16 French bulldogs.
Something about the idea of them being shelter mutts makes it even better. 15 matching bulldogs? So Pinterest. A rag-tag assortment of dogs looking for a home, each loveable in their own special way? My heart would break from all the cuteness.
Can I arrange something like this for myself, minus the marriage proposal? Like the woman in the story, I am more interested in the dogs.
No rescue dog, but a rescue cat:
Not to distract from the "tiny ancient penises on urns" aesthetic you're going for here, but:
I would start making appointments for sessions just with the dog.
I knew a therapist with a therapy dog. When the therapist frustrated me, I would direct my remarks to the dog, whom, as you say, was totally nonjudgmental.
SEC defensive player of the year and an All-American in college. If he doesn't get drafted we'll all know why. Good lord, I hope the NFL GMs and scouts aren't completely brain dead.
Great, now here come the 75 comments about how "I don't want a [gay slur] in my locker room, because he will automatically want to have sex with me and it will ruin my liiiiife."
Can you link to anyone else except that Tumblr? All the eyerolling it forces me to do is making reading difficult.
That was seriously it? Honestly, that was pretty weak sauce. I was expecting substance and that was nothing.
My arthritic back is not excited about LYING ON A SOLID MARBLE SLAB.
So you lay there and water flows up your nose and into your mouth? This just sounds like decadent waterboarding to me.