“If you’re cold, they’re cold”. Meanwhile, over here in Tollertown.
Nixie: Now starring in the submarine thriller Das Boop.
Klassy.
Help! I got worried and my ears fell off!
Things suck. Here is the Dowager Empress, enjoying her chair.
From Midas Touch.
Derp, derp, derp. Am hooman. I sleep on pillow like hooman.
Yoink tried to raid a food item for the first time. Mind you, it was a bowl of Creme Patisserie that I’d put outside to cool, so you can’t really blame him. Who, me?
Get in, bitches. I’m driving.
Once again, Nix is covered in blood. She’s never let a bramble patch get in the way of a good bunny chasing.
She has cauliflower ears from how often she scratches herself. And if they ever luminol my car, I’m getting arrested for sure.
I’m calling it Sharpie-nacht. Or the Night of the Long Markers.
Interesting how Republicans can pronounce Vivek Ramaswami perfectly but had so much trouble with Kamala.
Dog stick or sex toy?
Hello. You would like, please, to be throwing toy for me? (Yoink is an optimist.)
K. One more time for the folks in the back. Social Security is on their agenda. As is Medicaid. The tax cuts are just the gas pedal to push to justify driving a truck over your social safety net.
Marking myself safe after a visit to Costco in December.
Things about me:
Singer
Dog trainer
Dog agility competitor and judge
Ask me about Otherworld
Nerd
Gamer
Manager and organizer
Neeeeerrrrrd
