Happy First Birthday my angel. You’ve turned the upside down and the inside out and my heart grew a hundred sizes and left my body for good. ♥️💫🙏
Happy First Birthday my angel. You’ve turned the upside down and the inside out and my heart grew a hundred sizes and left my body for good. ♥️💫🙏
Happy First Birthday my angel. You’ve turned the upside down and the inside out and my heart grew a hundred sizes and left my body for good. ♥️💫🙏
Happy First Birthday my angel. You’ve turned the upside down and the inside out and my heart grew a hundred sizes and left my body for good. ♥️💫🙏
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
I had to say goodbye to my guy. I got Blue on Xmas eve, 2018. Blue had been at a rescue for over a year, and in that time had been adopted and returned at least 3x, fostered and returned at least as many. He was living in a kennel and “too aggressive” to have a home. I knew this was my guy. Blue and I got to work Day 1…. long walks, training sessions, stability, repetition. Love. A lot of love. He was the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen. It was slow going at first… I wasn’t sure if I would be able to have people to my apartment ever again- I didn’t care. A month after I got him the kind lady who owned the rescue called me to check on Blue. I told her “We have work to do but he’s smart and he’s a great dog” “So you’re keeping him?” “Of course I am” She broke down crying on the phone. Blue went everywhere with me. I stopped flying for work- I drove to every job with Blue. All over the country and back. In our years together I often wondered if he even thought we had a “home”- we were constantly on to a new job and a new city. The only constant was that we were always together. ALWAYS. He was my home. And I was his. 6 months later he was friends with my friends. A year later and Blue was almost unrecognizable. He was always my sweet Blue to me… now he was just more Blue, less Fear. It’s amazing what some love and stability can accomplish. Blue was teaching me, and I didn’t really know it yet. Two years ago I met Kaley and everything changed. We had a family! We settled into a home. And the fearsome, snarling Blue became the most gentle ‘Shepard’. He came into a family full of small dogs 1/10 of his size, and he was patient and loving with all of them. He played ball with our baby girl Matilda… he played more gently and softly with her than the most cautious parent. He saw we were settled, he saw that I had learned the lessons I thought I was teaching him… He was by my side the entire time (literally)… protecting me and guiding me into a new, fuller life. I guess that’s what Shepards do. I held him at the end. I’m heartbroken. I’m full of gratitude to God for every second with one of His angels. 💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙
We had to say goodbye to our little King. Our sweet boy was the first dog Kaley and I rescued together- he joined us in Atlanta and cuddled Kaley through her entire pregnancy. Despite being well over 10, it was watching our Dump Truck that taught him how to drink water. While it can be hard to not have enough time with these older angels, they more than make up for it with their weird, wonderful personalities. Kingy- I’ll miss sleeping in with you, I’ll miss your eye kisses and your lap plops, I’ll miss the hell out of your whirling tornado drunken master poop style. We are very lucky to have you in our family, our loaf, our sweet sweet boy. Thanks for all your love. ♥️♥️♥️🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️ @kaleycuoco
We had to say goodbye to our little King. Our sweet boy was the first dog Kaley and I rescued together- he joined us in Atlanta and cuddled Kaley through her entire pregnancy. Despite being well over 10, it was watching our Dump Truck that taught him how to drink water. While it can be hard to not have enough time with these older angels, they more than make up for it with their weird, wonderful personalities. Kingy- I’ll miss sleeping in with you, I’ll miss your eye kisses and your lap plops, I’ll miss the hell out of your whirling tornado drunken master poop style. We are very lucky to have you in our family, our loaf, our sweet sweet boy. Thanks for all your love. ♥️♥️♥️🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️ @kaleycuoco
We had to say goodbye to our little King. Our sweet boy was the first dog Kaley and I rescued together- he joined us in Atlanta and cuddled Kaley through her entire pregnancy. Despite being well over 10, it was watching our Dump Truck that taught him how to drink water. While it can be hard to not have enough time with these older angels, they more than make up for it with their weird, wonderful personalities. Kingy- I’ll miss sleeping in with you, I’ll miss your eye kisses and your lap plops, I’ll miss the hell out of your whirling tornado drunken master poop style. We are very lucky to have you in our family, our loaf, our sweet sweet boy. Thanks for all your love. ♥️♥️♥️🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️ @kaleycuoco
We had to say goodbye to our little King. Our sweet boy was the first dog Kaley and I rescued together- he joined us in Atlanta and cuddled Kaley through her entire pregnancy. Despite being well over 10, it was watching our Dump Truck that taught him how to drink water. While it can be hard to not have enough time with these older angels, they more than make up for it with their weird, wonderful personalities. Kingy- I’ll miss sleeping in with you, I’ll miss your eye kisses and your lap plops, I’ll miss the hell out of your whirling tornado drunken master poop style. We are very lucky to have you in our family, our loaf, our sweet sweet boy. Thanks for all your love. ♥️♥️♥️🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️ @kaleycuoco
We had to say goodbye to our little King. Our sweet boy was the first dog Kaley and I rescued together- he joined us in Atlanta and cuddled Kaley through her entire pregnancy. Despite being well over 10, it was watching our Dump Truck that taught him how to drink water. While it can be hard to not have enough time with these older angels, they more than make up for it with their weird, wonderful personalities. Kingy- I’ll miss sleeping in with you, I’ll miss your eye kisses and your lap plops, I’ll miss the hell out of your whirling tornado drunken master poop style. We are very lucky to have you in our family, our loaf, our sweet sweet boy. Thanks for all your love. ♥️♥️♥️🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️ @kaleycuoco
We had to say goodbye to our little King. Our sweet boy was the first dog Kaley and I rescued together- he joined us in Atlanta and cuddled Kaley through her entire pregnancy. Despite being well over 10, it was watching our Dump Truck that taught him how to drink water. While it can be hard to not have enough time with these older angels, they more than make up for it with their weird, wonderful personalities. Kingy- I’ll miss sleeping in with you, I’ll miss your eye kisses and your lap plops, I’ll miss the hell out of your whirling tornado drunken master poop style. We are very lucky to have you in our family, our loaf, our sweet sweet boy. Thanks for all your love. ♥️♥️♥️🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️ @kaleycuoco
We had to say goodbye to our little King. Our sweet boy was the first dog Kaley and I rescued together- he joined us in Atlanta and cuddled Kaley through her entire pregnancy. Despite being well over 10, it was watching our Dump Truck that taught him how to drink water. While it can be hard to not have enough time with these older angels, they more than make up for it with their weird, wonderful personalities. Kingy- I’ll miss sleeping in with you, I’ll miss your eye kisses and your lap plops, I’ll miss the hell out of your whirling tornado drunken master poop style. We are very lucky to have you in our family, our loaf, our sweet sweet boy. Thanks for all your love. ♥️♥️♥️🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️ @kaleycuoco
We had to say goodbye to our little King. Our sweet boy was the first dog Kaley and I rescued together- he joined us in Atlanta and cuddled Kaley through her entire pregnancy. Despite being well over 10, it was watching our Dump Truck that taught him how to drink water. While it can be hard to not have enough time with these older angels, they more than make up for it with their weird, wonderful personalities. Kingy- I’ll miss sleeping in with you, I’ll miss your eye kisses and your lap plops, I’ll miss the hell out of your whirling tornado drunken master poop style. We are very lucky to have you in our family, our loaf, our sweet sweet boy. Thanks for all your love. ♥️♥️♥️🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️ @kaleycuoco
We had to say goodbye to our little King. Our sweet boy was the first dog Kaley and I rescued together- he joined us in Atlanta and cuddled Kaley through her entire pregnancy. Despite being well over 10, it was watching our Dump Truck that taught him how to drink water. While it can be hard to not have enough time with these older angels, they more than make up for it with their weird, wonderful personalities. Kingy- I’ll miss sleeping in with you, I’ll miss your eye kisses and your lap plops, I’ll miss the hell out of your whirling tornado drunken master poop style. We are very lucky to have you in our family, our loaf, our sweet sweet boy. Thanks for all your love. ♥️♥️♥️🙏🙏🙏♥️♥️♥️ @kaleycuoco
A Man in Full on @netflix May 2nd. Based on the Tom Wolfe novel, adapted by David E. Kelley. Starring Jeff Daniels, we had a killer cast. Excited for this! #netflix #AManInFull
