An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Blissed out

Seen here enjoying the final remnants of one large rawhide bone, ignoring the plaintive cries of the miniature Australian Shepherd off to the left who is currently taking out her frustration on the basket containing all her toys. As if destroying an item that ought not be destroyed is somehow showing him what’s what. What is it really showing him? How good I am at yanking her leash.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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