Meet Grady, a four year old corgi and my fuzziest friend. He also has earned the title of “hero”. Let me tell you the story:
This afternoon, 3:45, I saw a bottle sitting just inside of the fence. Naturally, I headed to pick it up because I live in a woods and littering can kill the animals.
Grady flipped. He started barking and howling and herded me away from that bottle as fast as his stumps let him. I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about, but I let him herd me away because he doesn’t act like this so often. To prove he was just being paranoid to him, I threw a rock at the bottle.
It blew up, scaring me to death. It turns out that the bottle was a Drano bottle bomb, and it could easily have hurt me or killed the corgi. I didn’t take any pictures, and I’m sure the plastic shreds aren’t enough evidence, but this dog is a hero to me. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and remember that corgis, not diamonds, are a girl’s best friend.
Kitty isn’t allowed outside and she gets mad at us so she sits in the potted tree and pretends she is outside
love how bus drivers give each other that little wave or nod when their buses pass like they’re in a secret bus driver club who are actually on a way more important mission than what seems, they’re actually out preventing public mayhem and evil villains on fake nuclear buses.
Sherlock and Doctor Who actors.
ahh england and their 12 actors *ruffles the bbc’s hair fondly*
what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time
Oh my god
It’s been done so many times, but I love pokemon way too much, so xover! … =_= so sleepy…