This is Lori, she is a lovely 3 years old French bulldog. She loves to sleep by my side, beg for human food, go for a walk and chew our carpets! She also enjoy fighting ants, soap bubbles, plastic bottles and butterflies, she is the funniest and most adorable dog I’ve ever met.
“Sit, Bob. Good dog. You are the only one who knows the truth, mon petit. You know how your mistress died. You also know, I think, who killed her. He or she passed you by as they laid the trip wire, saying to themselves, "Oh, this is only Bob, a fox terrier. He cannot speak. I am safe.” Such foolishness, n'est-ce pas? But you and I, we know, Bob, that one does not have to speak in order to tell. And you will tell me all, in your own good time.“
1. You suck
2. You suck
3. You really suck
4. You suck a whole lot
5. You suck
1. You’re a fucking hilarious drunk
2. You’re a geography nerd that geeks out over volcanoes and hydroelectric power stations with me
3. You have the most adorable dogs in the world
4. You raised an evil tortoise
5. You’re v gay (especially when drunk)
Written for my
incredible friend, Marcella, who always tells me I’m fabulous even when I
haven’t earned it, and sends me the most adorable pictures of her dogs. If
anyone deserves cute high school/best friends Everlark, it’s you, girl.
Summary: Something about being caught in a tornado warning bring Katniss Everdeen to look at Peeta Mellark, her best friend since diaper-dom, in a different light.
“We should probably go inside,” Peeta said.
Katniss frowned, glaring at him from the other side of the
porch swing. His wary eyes were focused out on the western sky, which was spiraling
and darkening with storm clouds. His fingers curled around his mug of tea.
She could physically feel the temperature dropping, so she
knew the looming storm wasn’t entirely harmless, but she still considered Peeta
to be overreacting.
“Nah, I think we’ll be fine,” she replied, leaning back to
rock the swing.
“Katniss, we’re in a tornado watch—”
“And I’m an adrenaline junkie. C’mon, let’s stay out a while
Peeta groaned, but he wasn’t about to argue. As her best
friend and resident doormat, he was powerless against her. Usually, blissfully
so. His type-beta personality meshed almost too well with her natural
governance – it was why they’d been inseparable since diaper-dom, when she
stole his pacifier in daycare, and he didn’t even shed a tear.