“Throw your sticks and your stones, throw your bombs and your blows.”
For your reassurance and escalating blood pressure.
I might normally admit that I hate my dog, but this time I’m going to pull back and say that I really really really hate her.
The dog with the lightweight, breathable and washable posture support brace.
He’s lucky it’s not the toaster. Or the microwave. Or a free-standing copper bathtub.
Out with the warm weather, in with the better natural light. Fall, I will learn to love you.
Tyra would be very proud of a certain neighbor’s dog.
Every direwolf needs a pair of warm pajamas.
Games of fetch always make these photographs way too easy.
Oh, look. I bought pumpkins. He didn’t see this coming at all when I pulled it out of the grocery bag.