Three years on the ol’ fella gel. The brotion. The boy-ntment.
Three years on the ol’ fella gel. The brotion. The boy-ntment.
Three years on the ol’ fella gel. The brotion. The boy-ntment.
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” 🌱 Or: when a spot at @hobbit.shire opens up just in time for your 4th wedding anniversary, and you know what you have to do.
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” 🌱 Or: when a spot at @hobbit.shire opens up just in time for your 4th wedding anniversary, and you know what you have to do.
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” 🌱 Or: when a spot at @hobbit.shire opens up just in time for your 4th wedding anniversary, and you know what you have to do.
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” 🌱 Or: when a spot at @hobbit.shire opens up just in time for your 4th wedding anniversary, and you know what you have to do.
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” 🌱 Or: when a spot at @hobbit.shire opens up just in time for your 4th wedding anniversary, and you know what you have to do.
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
IT’S MY DOG’S BIRTHDAY (observed) HE IS 12 (thereabouts) 9 years ago at 22, fresh off my first breakup and terrified at the prospect of being responsible for another living creature, I walked into a humane society and this sentient dust bunny (represented on their website by truly the least flattering photo possible) ran out and jumped straight on my lap as if he’d known me for years, and my choice was made for me: this was my dog. I don’t usually put much stock in the concept of soulmates (Molly and I fought so hard to be together, against all the odds) but I cannot conceive of walking in on a different day and leaving with a different dog. This is MY dog. Winston (that was his temp name at the shelter, but like—how could I choose a better one) has never met a person he doesn’t like; he’s happiest pressed against a chest; he knows how to smile; he knows when you’re sad and you need someone to just sit with you for a while. He taught me what unconditional love looks like. First it was just the two of us, and then we were a family, and he was only a LITTLE bitter at not being an only child anymore. This scruffy little goober is my soul, and we love him so much 💖
