Thoughts like this cross my mind at least 2 or 3 times a week. I always come to the conclusion that I would not be the current me without it, for better or worse, and that I can’t change what happened; I can only accept it as a part of my life’s story and tend to the scars when they flare up

I‘m glad he gets to have a little fun this time around :)

There can never be enough spaniels

This sounds like it was a bunch of fun. I was always making up games like that when I was little too

I have coworkers that complain about certain dogs, and I tell them off every time

The amount I’ve thought about how fun it would be to run around as various animals

“I’m not a senator, sorry” fucking got me

I like this interaction very much btw

This thought brought to you by having my hair gripped and my head yanked around like I’m a ragdoll :)

Yourstrone