Pip says “I dunno mommy, you still look pretty tired to me”
24 years old. Queer. Indiana/New York. BA in Gender Studies. Counseling student. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder & PTSD, living with depression. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
This is my new favorite blog, because they actually featured Kerry Blues! My Pipsternooner is a Kerry. They are THE BEST DOGS EVERRRRR.
Happy Birthday to my number-one man, Pip!!!
I wish I were home to take you out into the woods, you old 8-year-old you.
Last year I told the (to be honest rather heart-wrenching) story of how Pip came into my life. This year I just want to say that no one loves like a dog, and my Pipstaroo has walked me through a lot of life’s struggles, and I love him very very much. <3
I LOVE being in Indiana with my boyfriend. It’s wonderful. But I am excited to go to New York and see my mom and bedroom and mostly…MY PIP.
Pip and I just had a great hang out session. First we were lying beside eachother on the bed, and I leaned over to give him a kiss, which usually bugs him. But he started nuzzling and kissing me back, and talking to me in Pip-yowl-language. I talked back (also dog-yowling) and kept kizzing and nuzzling him. SO CUTE. Then we went into the backyard and played an excellent, rousing game of fetch. :) Now he is lying on the rug nearby resting (after he had a biscuit and some water as a snack).
Geez louise do I love my dog.
Home is behind
The world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight
Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall fade