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I have sort of figured out that the waves of overwhelming panic-sobbing that make it hard to breathe and impossible to talk, kind of feel like grief (?!?). Which is weird because I haven't lost anything, but hrm.

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A nearly-belated #DogValentine (xpost from twitter)

Roses smell good
Poop does too
Dogs can't write poems
But they sure do love you


Bonus

Roses are greyish
Violets are greyish
Dogs can't see color
SQUIRREL