Winston just rolled over on his back, sighed. And went to sleep. You can see his little arm. Winston was born with a lot of birth defects, and the ASPCA didn’t think he’s live past a few months, but they saw we would love him and treat him well, and they wanted those months to be good, so they gave him to us. That was nine years ago. Winston is gray around the muzzle, he’s going blind and deaf, and he hops slower these days, but he still loves to crawl into my bed and lick my face. He still loves to grab my pants leg and try to steal my pants. And he still loves trying to pee on stray cats.
Basically, disabled dogs need homes too. Disabled pets need love, and if you can commit to them, they will give you their everything.
today on cutest things ever
Happy 50th Birthday cutie
(top: age 25; bottom: age 50)
SHUFFLESNUFFLER REQUIRES SUSTENANCE
this post made me forget that actual parts of the lining of my kidneys/bladder were in my hand recently
(Source: cineraria, via avoiding-laundry)
In Norwegian, you don’t refer to your romantic partner as a “boyfriend” or “girlfriend”. You say “kjæreste”, which is gender neutral and literally translates to “the dearest”.
and in swedish you refer to your boyfriend/girlfriend by saying ”älskling” which translates into ”my beloved one”
And in Finnish we say “mulkvisti” which means “one I don’t hate as much as the others”
*squints at finland*
I like finland’s way of doing things.