There was no one else like Bo. Fiercely loving and protective, devastatingly funny and talented, she was a force of nature. The world is less colorful without her in it, but we’re determined to ensure her legacy lives on.

Please help us honor her.

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Dog, written by cats.

As we drift through the eve of my birthday, I am thankful for the people in my life who love me, challenge me, and support me despite knowing I am a feral gremlin of a human being.

I am also thankful for Lush bath bombs, soaps, lotions, and massage bars. Especially Sleepy and Twilight. 💙

Spent some much needed time with my sister and family last week. Even indulged in some matching ink therapy! Now it’s time to rest and enjoy my birthday week.

Take care of yourselves. 💙

Describe your inner monologue with a single photo. I’ll go first.

Make a wish.

The goodest boy is waiting for his cousins to arrive. I don’t have the heart to tell him it’ll be dinner time before they’re here (or that it’s going to rain all day, thwarting his plans to chase them around the yard).

Grendel is 100% over it.

I interrupt today’s doomscrolling to share a photo of the perfect gentleman.

Carry on.

Today’s book, a little fluff to read while waiting around at the dental office.

Our walk last night was lovely. Hoping for cooler weather in the coming weeks because 73* at 6pm is bullshit.

For those unfamiliar, I’ve never been known for being quiet and I’m not about to start now. I’ll be using my privilege to call out bullshit while lifting up marginalized communities.

Love & light,
💙 Wren