the smell of my desperation has become a stench


I took this shot of him in the backyard while the girls played with the cat inside. He’s looking at the door despite the fact that I have pulled him ten feet away from it.

Here’s what I want to know. He could smell that cat through the door to the garage, but if I toss a treat out into the yard he stands there and is like, seriously? You want me to go find it? How am I supposed to do that?

Selective smeller.

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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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