

Those are ROUGH. My pug ate some heritage seed peppers called Royal Black. He found them to his liking.
Those are ROUGH. My pug ate some heritage seed peppers called Royal Black. He found them to his liking.
Apparently The Trial is his masterpiece.
I took him in as a stray foster dog who had been found on the street. I’ve spent thousands on his care. I don’t claim they’re healthy at all, but he’s a delightful pet and I’m nursing him through his very geriatric years. I absolutely love him and he was a hilarious monkey back in his younger years. I’m just reminiscing on his funny days because he’s having bad days lately.
That hits HARD.
I worked there back in the early aughts. It actually was a cool retail job that paid reasonably well, a few dollars above minimum, and you got company stock, benefits, a free pound of coffee a week or box of tea, you were invited to company meetings, free drinks on shift, and we did all sorts of cool volunteer stuff, like with the food bank and habitat for humanity, and we would do coffee tastings at events, all sorts of things. It honestly was a fun job lots of the time. It’s so sad it’s turned into trash.
You’re welcome!
Isn’t it lovely? Gives me hope today. You are most welcome.
Are you serious with that turtleneck?
It’s SO sad what happened to him. Imagine having a colostomy because you couldn’t stop doing drugs. Or drowning.