You forgot “The only way to stop a bad guy with a video game is a good guy with a video game.”
You forgot “The only way to stop a bad guy with a video game is a good guy with a video game.”
“Grain of salt here, but Hope Hicks is reportedly about to REALLY cash in on her time with Trump.”
That is the happiest muddiest dog I have ever seen.
My dog got voted Dog of the Month at her daycare in January. I was legit more proud than if I myself has won a beauty contest. (Seriously there’s no one can resist this cuteness):
They are great for married people, too. I am married, but I am much more active than my husband is. He would never go hiking with me, but my dog is an enthusiastic trail partner.
I learned this one the hard way. Never again; if my dog dislikes someone, that’s it.
Your new dog can act as a filter, too. If s/he doesn’t like your intended paramour, DTMFA.
One of the best parts of having a baby (I imagine) is dressing them up, of course you couldn’t leave any of that behind!
I guess I could have announced in bold type that I bought them at Walgreens, which I’m sure is considered unacceptable by some.
They’re about four times more expensive at the nearest health food store which is a little over ninety miles away, but thanks for judging the ethics of a purchase I made while my daughter’s cat was dying.
Technically speaking, she is my daughter’s cat. She’s doing great, thanks. I force fed her six times a day for six weeks, which was an absolute joy as you can imagine. One of the standard treatments for fatty liver is surgically implanting a feeding tube, which costs about $2,000. I would have done that but my vet…
Have you had any success teaching your counter cruiser impulse control? The trainer at the shelter I volunteer at taught me how and it’s amazing how quickly they can learn.
I want to play show and tell! First picture is Jenny she’s 11 and shedding like nobody’s business. I brush her often and she loves it.
Fuck it, Hybrid (Mutt) Vigor.
Ugh, I can’t even look at that picture of an imperfect dog.
Chokers are scary. If you’ve been strangled by a domestic partner in the past you are ten times more likely to die of domestic violence by their hand than average.
I stopped fearing and avoiding and opened my mail. Sounds ridiculous but avoiding the things the mail brings (usually bills and problems or something guilt-inducing) has been a feature of a long and difficult period of life that I’m *hoping* is lifting.
I think I hate people and interacting with people in any way, shape, or form. It’s not developing into anything serious where I act on my displeasure for other people, but there is a very strong part of myself that wants to live somewhere remote and away from the rest of society. Something about how I feel is worrying…
FYI this is not me giving up, just need to rant.
Look, there’s no judgement if you still wear UGGs. Honestly, they’re really freakin’ comfortable, and ever since…