Living For That Day

What no doggy photos?!  Sorry, needed a kitty fix to balance things out.

Definitely a different vibe from ooo-oo-oo-it’s you-slobber-slobber-ball-n0- frisbee!!  Pixie is like, I will deign to let you respectfully touch me once, since my person-in-waiting Ren is in the Presence, and Odin is all luxuriating in royal splendor but acknowledges my homage and lets me pet him.  They would never lower themselves to suck up or kiss ass like some.

Loucious is doing better than some of the humans right now.  His only “drama” is jumping for joy that humans arrived, and indignation that there are other dogs in the world.  If only human life could be so unfraught.  Or more specifically, if only the fascist morons in power had a shred of decency.  When all children can’t be safe and secure in their own country, and parents and doctors can’t provide the scientific affirming care they need, something’s gotta give.  I’m living for that day.

 

 

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