I was eating earlier and Sophie was sitting between my feet so that she could catch anything I dropped. Then she started pawing at her face and I was like what’s your problem and it turned out she had food in her eye. I had to pick chicken crumbs out of her eyeball.
The cavachon lulls you into a false sense of security by appearing to be nothing more than a precious little shit.
I pulled off Sophie’s eye-boogie and she tried to eat it.
Sophie stole my seat, what a bitch.
Sophie has this new rubber bone squeaky, and whenever she plays with it she cries and cries, and I think it’s because there’s no seam on it that she can possibly use to destroy it.
My dog is always doing parkour in our living room fucking show off.
My dog falling asleep while playing with her new toy.
I started making this as a joke, because of those all-text inspirational Photoshop poster majiggies. Then I was like, “FUCKING HOW DO ARRANGE?” And shit got serious.
Still, this is my philosophy in life. Thus far, it has not led me astray.
(also, I obviously love the Outer Glow effect)
Sophie’s dumb face.