my dog is not my sister

  • Aaron: All right?
  • Ethan : My bed. My table. My chair. My floor. Your stuff touches any of it... you're dead. (laughs) Your face. I'm only messing with you. You were bricking it, though.
  • Aaron: Not really.
  • Ethan : This your first bird?
  • Aaron: Er... no. Done a couple of stretches.
  • Ethan : Cool. Last bloke was a newbie, kept crying cos he missed his dog. It's Ethan, by the way.
  • Aaron: Aaron.
  • Ethan: Well, show us your photos then, go on.
  • Aaron: Erm... I haven't got any.
  • Ethan: None of your girlfriend? (Aaron shakes his head) Your sister? Your mum?
  • Aaron: No, sorry.
  • Ethan: I'll donate you... Miss January. No charge. Aaron, Natalia. Natalia, Aaron.
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My good girls! Outside all day creating havoc while mommy worked on the chicken coop.

What are those ears doing I don’t even know haha. Now that Luna is healthy she’s thriving and is growing like a weed, and looks up to her big sister.

Rin Tin Tin (Rin, Brat), houndy mix/pit? mix thing, female, shelter dog, 7? yrs old
Luna (Potato), pit or bully mix thing, female, rescue/owner surrender, 15 almost 16wks old

The lights of my life. ❤️💕

anonymous asked:

today was super nice for no reason so my sister, cousin and i took our three dogs on a walk. we took them to a huge park and we spent a good half hour running around and it was windy too it was a nice day my dogs were happy afterwards they wouldn't stop boofing so yeah thats my day for sleepover friday

Wow. What an ideal day. As soon as you said ‘dogs’ I smiled. Your day sounded so nice, windy day running with dogs. I’m happy you had a good day, anon!

P.S: when I wrote ‘good day’ I accidentally wrote ‘dog day’ but same thing. 

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.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.