I love Dogs. This is not sarcasm. They're bloody terrific.
Dogs are fantastic, they're the zenith of unbridled happiness and admiration. Dogs are always happy to see you, regardless of the quality of your day, be it winning the lottery or maimed on a Trench in Lyons (What you're doing in WW1 era France I'll never know), a dog will always be absolutely delighted to see you. They're like sentient prozac.
My Dog can cheer me up by simply existing, she's the opposite of say....me. Har har har.
So Ruby, this rambling almost pointless post is dedicated to you, you fantastic Dog.
Dogs are fantastic, they're the zenith of unbridled happiness and admiration. Dogs are always happy to see you, regardless of the quality of your day, be it winning the lottery or maimed on a Trench in Lyons (What you're doing in WW1 era France I'll never know), a dog will always be absolutely delighted to see you. They're like sentient prozac.
My Dog can cheer me up by simply existing, she's the opposite of say....me. Har har har.
So Ruby, this rambling almost pointless post is dedicated to you, you fantastic Dog.
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