*Me getting Home, tho- "No. I'm not gonna leave you outside by yourself. You run off. We don't have a fukn fence. C'mon." You can think whatever you want about the fact that I talk to her like

I recently "journaled" regarding the scenario in which my ribs had been fractured, pre-Christmas. I was treated EXTREMELY poorly at my closest Emergency Room. More than once. I just walked out,

After 3 months of eating countless canned soups, chili, and ramen, I splurged on fruits and veggies. I was feeling uber decadent, happily munching handfuls of out-of-season blueberries, while I sliced

It has gotten to the point I won't bring my dogs out together. Having Jupiter around makes Petey feel tough and they encourage one other not to listen. Let 'em both out and, next thing I know, they're