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BUYING food.

              BUYING food.

              –BUT, that was the problem. 

              –THE shelves were too high off the ground!

              SO, that left Fondue reaching up, paws placed firmly upon metal shelves, cans forcibly moved from their place, as he tried to nuzzle a can of soup off said shelf. At least he had a basket, one on wheels, && he was trying to not make a mess, but ah–…high shelves.

Guilty pleasure

Most people I know seem to have this deep-rooted hatred for it, but for some reason or other, I really dig country music. Its kinda my comfort food of music I guess. And no, Its not always just about a guy in a trailer crying over his dead dog, girl that left him, and truck that broke down. There’s some very touching love songs that really are my jam. Albeit my guilty one.


This 12,400-year-old puppy may be brought back to life using cloning

Well-preserved remains of a 12,400-year-old puppy from the extinct Pleistocene canid species have been discovered near the Tumat village in the Sakha Republic of Russia. Scientists believe the puppy was an ancient pet — one of man’s first best friends. How they plan to bring the animal back to life.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.