Today at therapy was really hard. I was sitting here crying, and generally being miserable, when I felt a nudge at my knee. I looked down to see that Zeus, my service dog, was doing his job… and brought me a potato.
it is very hard to cry with a gift of potato.
Remember this? I’m having a rough time right now. Zeus has a solution.
That would be an empty pill bottle, the *correct* pill bottle, a bottle of embossing powder, and two, TWO potatoes.
You’re worth at least 2 potato to him and that’s pretty special imo.
I would just like to remind you all that *I don’t own any potatoes* and I have no clue where he’s getting them from.
Happy birthday to the Bagoosh! You always steal my spot on the couch when I get up, you ignore me when I call you, you wait outside my room when I sleep, you barge into my room when I’m naked to watch me, you constantly lick your paws, you try to be cute at the worst times, you stand behind me when I’m cooking MY food, you only cuddle up to me to get MY food, you always bark when someone comes home, you don’t like the pajamas I bought you, you hog all the beef jerky…..
BUT you haven’t peed in the house in a while and I think that’s impressive for a 3 year old Shih Tzu.
#gettingsmartereveryday
Here is a video of my dad in crisis when he found out my grandpa gave my mom a scratch off lottery ticket before she went down the aisle to their wedding, saying that if she won the money she wouldn’t have to marry him. Happy birthday dad! #57 (at Margaritaville Hollywood Beach Resort)
