Oh, I’m sorry, did you just make the bed? Because I think it looks better like this.
My dog daycare just made an FB page and posted this picture from back in September. Impressed they got her to pose, but can’t help but laugh at her hammy super sad face to get attention.
Because we’re the best [two] friends that anyone ever had.
I wish Coltrane could come to work everyday.
So, I’m laying around, watching some It’s Always Sunny, embracing my inner-horrible person when the ASPCA tries to force me to be a good person.
You know these commercials. Cute, sad puppies with the saddest songs ever, all designed to make you call the 800 number and pledge all of your dollars if they will just stop making you sob uncontrollably.
This particular ad was set to Jessie’s Song from Toy Story. If you’re unfamiliar, it is quite possibly the saddest song ever written and is known to make grown men weep like little bitches. AND BOOM! This fucking dog that is identical to my mutt shows up on my screen.
Coltrane is strictly not fucking around when it comes to Irene.
This story gets me every time.
She thinks she’s people
Just went and bought my dog every D.A.P.-laced product known to man. And herbal supplements to add to her water alleged to decrease anxiety. Hopefully, she won’t destroy my bedroom while staying with my father, now. Hopefully.
Or I just spent way too much money on a bunch of shit that don’t work and I will murder people.
That is all.
PS - anyone have any success with the D.A.P. diffusers/collars or this Good Dog Pet Calming Supplement?
Coltrane says: America!!!! Fuck yeah!!!!