I can’t believe one year ago this sweet boy was living outside and wouldn’t even let me get within 10 feet of him. Now he glares at me if I stop to take a picture during our nightly play time. Loki, welcome home. So glad you’re here. 💜💜💜

All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names.

So he killed them.

He killed them all.

Having hope is hard and brutal and there are times when I know my hope doesn’t want to get up. But without hope, there is no fight for change, no demand for better, no chance of a better world.

For those of you traveling to the exotic Midwest over the next six weeks or so, here is a handy translation guide. I’ll add that if someone says “you’re just…weird”, that’s Midwestern for “you are an absolute fucking whack job”.

Feeling like this since the election.