We just take and take and take. We don’t think of the impact it’s going to leave behind but we don’t care either because we’re going to be “long gone” by that point, so it won’t directly affect us.
It’s official: Tinder is hell.
This story has a happy ending.
“Is this treatment really necessary?” No. We recommended it just for our own amusement. OF COURSE IT’S NECESSARY.
“If someone would treat cats or dogs the way we allow pigs or chickens to be treated, he or she would be sentenced to prison just like Michael Vick. The football player was universally ostracized, because he treated pets like other people treat animals…”
Nobody is going to love you like a dog. I’m sorry, nobody. Like, not even your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, parents, even your children. Nobody.
No one told me that this is what happens when you bring another dog in to the family – you grieve the first dog’s loss all over again. And it robs you of the experience of being excited about the new puppy coming home.
I feel less anxious, less depressed, less lonely, and more loved. It has been nothing but a positive experience.
On your birthday, you shouldn’t be surprised when the dog’s name is written at the bottom of your card.
Someone must be…crabby (sorry).