Good Night, Sweetprints.

Sometimes our lives are touched the most by those who seem to have the most contempt for us. For this, I have no explanation, except this photo.

RIP Mr. Miyagi
1995-2012

Happy Mother’s Day to my favorite feeder-lap. The best feeder-lap anyone could ask for.

wordbrooklyn:

And books! Don’t forget books. Happy Mother’s Day.

Christmas is a time for being generous. Give me that piece of food in your hand.  Now leave me alone.

The Holidays are a joyous time. Like that time I peed on your bookbag.
Happy Holidays, to you, smelly human, and all your stinking human kin.

Oh, right. You’re “working.” How about working on getting me some ham, dumbass? Whenever you’re done looking at your exes on Facebook. Any time. Really.

We go together like bread & butter. Like kibbles & bits. Like my teeth and your ankles. Just right.

In my 112 dog years on this earth, I have learned a few things. Most importantly: People are annoying. Secondly: The smaller you are, the more of them you can bite without consequence. 

That’s not advice, it’s a threat.

Hello Janki! You’re amazing!  I’m so happy you were born!

xo Winston

Miyagi is taking the week off from your stupid face. In his place, Winston, the puggle who loves everyone, has prepared a greeting to brighten up your day.

Have I told you lately that you’re gorgeous?

xo, Winston