#life with dog

[seven-dragons]

This post is dedicated to my dog who, when a deer ran out of a bush 4 feet in front of me late last night and scared me half to death, did absolutely nothing. However he has attacked 2 traffic cones and a recycling bin this year.

[delucadarling]

I had to bow out of a stretching sesh tonight because I've got a hell of a scab on my knee (I took a spill onto concrete in a stupid cartoonish way), and all I can hear from the other room now is lofi music, frantic squeaky noises, and "Stop. STOP. GET OFF STOOOOOOP."

[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.

[sadclowncentral]

i drunkenly scheduled a friendly brawl with an acquaintance of mine and we both completely forgot about it. that is until we were sitting next to each other in class and both of us get google calendar alert that reads VIOLENCE AGAINST LEW i about lost my fucking mind. what do you mean violence against me.

and then i fucking remembered i completely shitfaced told him to send me an invite to the brawl and even more that i insisted to type something into the notes of the meeting to make it look "less worse" and he opens the invite and it just says PREMEDITATED. most sinister calendar event ever created i laughed so hard i cried

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[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 !!

[150en]

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

[s-u-w-i]

Tying shoelaces is never easy 👞

[seven-dragons]

Some days you’re the windshield, some days you’re the bug.

[gastrophobia]

Friendly reminder!

[doghowto]

Everybody finding just the right spot... 😺 Follow me for more dog & cat pals!

[foolsocracy]

Anyone have any fab five Halloween costume ideas?

[evilkaeya]

Clears Throat. Hello Everyone. I made this presentation instead of working.

[seven-dragons]

Current dog (Cocker Spaniel): Mostly pee crimes but also the sexual assault.

Last dog (Cocker Spaniel): A criminal mastermind. Purse theft. Eyeglasses theft. Everything theft. Once snuck a mouse that had been pooped out by another dog into some sort of dead body/poop agglomeration into my spotless home minutes before 30 friends and business associates were set to arrive. We smelled the contraband before we saw it. Once ate a pound of spicy frozen sausage and the plastic packaging in minutes and didn’t even have the good graces to get indigestion.

First dog (Yellow Lab): Picked a fight with a piece of tin foil…and lost.

Name the crimes your dog has commited. Expose them.