It is amazing all the ways I can be triggered to think of the dogs I've lost. Facebook popping up memories is a big one - which I learned the hard way the other day when I suddenly found myself having a silent-ish cry in the student lounge. But now I'm in the library doing homework and the nursing students a couple of tables over are studying. The subject of blood transfusions came up and now I'm all in my feels. Holding back my eye leakage and trying to get calm because I already have a bad headache blossoming and I'm taking the ECE shortly. I might need to go and stare out of the window for a while...
Oh my gosh. My nose is THOROUGHLY (and kind of painfully) exfoliated, thanks to Leon. That boy loves to lick and nibble noses. 😍😍😍
Watching Faith watching Kira play a scary video game is giving me life right now. 😂😂😂
Y'all, I'm trying to study and this kid is over here causing a ruckus. I don't care what a groundhog says; Nom says it's spring. The look of disapproval on Faith's face right now is so severious. 😂😂😂
I know this is probably going to sound so crazy, but my resume is dead sexy right now. It is giving me life. That is all.
That inexplicable feeling when your goat-dog is jumping around on the couch and knocks some kitten food to the floor so she goes and sprinkles some tinkle near it (to claim it, I guess. Dog logic. 😂) and when you go to clean it up she alternates between trying to sit on your hands and twerking on your forehead.
Faith - you are the best thing ever. ❤ I need your weirdness in my life.
