Check out my sweet Cthulhu beanie made by a friend! #cthulhu
While I was cleaning the kitchen this morning this happened… #cookies #baking
A sad, sad day. Sad day. We lost our beloved Standard Poodle, Topsi, today. Our lives have been more full, more ripe with life and joy and pleasure in having him a part of our family. We miss him. We grieve. But we shall celebrate the exuberance and passi on Flickr.
A sad, sad day. Sad day. We lost our beloved Standard Poodle, Topsi, today. Our lives have been more full, more ripe with life and joy and pleasure in having him a part of our family. We miss him. We grieve. But we shall celebrate the exuberance and passion that defined his life.
“He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need him. And I expect I will – as I always have. He is just my dog.” ~Gene Hill
“I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time? The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?” ~Sir Walter Scott
#poodle #standardpoodle #puppycat
Cthulhu Fhtagn, or is that k-THOO-loo fuh-TINE?
I can never quite remember, ’cause I’m not in my right mind
Since I met you
No one corrupts the way you do
You know it’s true
Baked apples for breakfast #baking #omnomnom #fallapples