We practice political correctness in this household especially when decorating the dog.
My dog loves me for one reason only and I can’t really blame him.
This is so insane considering how much a bag of these damn things costs.
This could qualify as a “New Tunes” post for those kids in the audience who are like, “Garfunk what?”
When Coco isn’t at the front door barking at passing cars, you’re certain to find her here. Happy and full.
Every dog filtered down into its most common parts, a land of roving Super Mutts.
Even when she couldn’t walk or crawl she liked to give him hugs.
Back in the prime of their daily face-offs.
A portrait of the moments leading up to the pounce.
I will get as much life out of this damn thing as I can squeeze.