I had something else I was going to say today, and if I manage to remember what exactly it was, maybe I’ll start to put it down. Our oldest pug, Walt, has seizures. Not horrible ones, like our first peke, Monster, did… they’re subtle as they happen, but they result in his clearly not being […]
I would tell her that one day, you will find a couple seventeen inch hairs growing off your chin, and it’s okay. You’re not turning into a goat, and anyway… Goats are cool, they’re like extra smart, pointy dogs. Anyone who says otherwise can kindly fuck off. And that’s why I have no children. The […]
So, new laptop, and there’s this ephemeral message notification pop up and Jesus FUCK is that thing irritating. Thanks for telling me about the spam email trying to sell N95 masks for my pugs, motherfuckers. We had to take one of the pugs to the doggy psychologist. I’m 87% sure the issue between Bruce (the […]
You know, I tried to pick up blogging again a few months ago and then some unspeakable shit happened on the host account and it all disappeared, which is dumb and I sure hope the hackers have a fuckton of fun with my incoherent ramblings and some stuff Paul had up (which was arguably more […]
Because last I checked (which was arguably like seven thousand years ago) this wasn’t supposed to raise my blood pressure this much.