In the interest of not going completely insane due to my dogs barking at every single thing that has the audacity to make any kind of a sound outside of our house, I play music via the iHeartRadio app through the living room TV so it’s audible throughout the house.
…and a whole bunch of people lost their shit.
You know those dogs that aren’t quite like other dogs? The ones with malformed or missing limbs, or mangled faces, or no eyes? You see those dogs, be it in real life or on the Internet, and you know some shit went down somewhere. Birth defect, injury, abuse, something went very wrong at some point in each of those dog’s lives and rendered them different dogs than nature intended.
I have a pan that is dishwasher-safe but that will hold a lot of water at the end of the cycle. So I try (and often fail) to remember to take it out of the dishwasher as soon as possible. My usual reminder is to put the measuring spoon I use to feed the dogs in the dishwasher because I have to grab that at certain times otherwise there shall be no peace as my poor dogs wither away to nothing.
This morning as I was putting away groceries I said to myself “that’s a weird-looking bird and why do they have a bird on the box anyway?” and then I realized I should probably have more coffee.
I’m blessed to be part of a family of creatives. And while each of us has our strengths, we all dabble in multiple endeavors. Writing, painting, sculpting, photography, cooking, sewing, modeling, gardening, crafting, if it’s a thing that involves making things, we do it.
