#it’s a dog’s life

[otherearthsoutthere]

I know I post too many pictures of Tribble in the water, but I cannot get over how his fur doesn’t get wet but floats around him. He’s been in the creek for 10 minutes now.

[doghowto]

Man unintentionally teaches his Corgi sign language! 😊 Follow me for more smart puppers!

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[windwardrose]

As far as I can tell there are a few different types of dog, independent of sex or breeds but occasionally correlated - including among others -

eccentric roommate (lives here. does stuff. when you're lucky you know what it is before they do it.)

dubious peasant (generally agreeable but on the verge of plotting revolt if not handled appropriately and regularly)

adorable ward (is Baby, makes up for immaturity with cute looks)

sworn knight (serve you till the end of your days. plz give task. take on quest. affirm is good dog)

confused auntie (wants you to make good life choices, mostly just sits on chairs and judges you)

No Thoughts Just Vibes (average golden retriever in my experience and also borzoi)

[thedeerus]

good ending for tilly (copium)

[s-u-w-i]

Tying shoelaces is never easy 👞

[the-game-spirit]

sometimes a piece of media just! grabs you by the throat and says, "hey buddy! I'm gonna irrevocably alter your brain chemistry now! have fun with that!!"

and then you just ! gotta deal with that ! you guess !!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[otherearthsoutthere]

More Water!Tribble.

[teaboot]

The idea that bodymod of all kinds from piercings and tattoos to gender-affirming care and amputations "goes against God's design" is such a fragile fucking take imo.

Like. Fuck, Brendine, you don't cut the moldy bit off a block of cheese? You don't spit out the bones when you eat fish? Do you never bake bread or cook food or chop off your hair? You just crawl around in a fig leaf bikini eating pine cones off the ground and shit in a hole?

Eve ate the apple already hon we ain't gonna undo that shit dressing like we're Children of the Corn

[150en]

New member of the 4/5Gs: Guilt trip-- I mean Good Boy!! [Wild Life Ep.5]

[renewashere]

like my first time making a proper comic! (btw, yes they are at the twins' house, only half way through did i realize that doesn't make sense)

also if you cant read my attempt at cursive the alt/ image description has the transcript :]

Also also kinda a continuation of this ?

[str1wberry7thyme]

//NAME MC SPOILERS!!

I can’t believe Ren used the last of his power to fuse them together like you could’ve just said you miss him like a normal person

[sasmeo-bisaster]

Is this how the finale went right?

[eristarlight]

I really liked this moment from episode 5, and I'm very glad that I managed to finish it in a week ^^

Jokingly I call these four Big Dogs, because they are both the Duo of Jimmy and Martin, and Ren and Bigb

I like that this season everyone has individual looks, it's cool

[happyheidi]

“𝖪𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖢𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗒 (𝟣𝟪𝟫𝟧 - 𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟫) 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖴.𝖪’𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎����𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝟨𝟢𝟢 𝖽𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝟣𝟫𝟦𝟥 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟫.”

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