Pitbulls Need Love Too

“Pluto bath time.” That’s all I have to say to get my dog (Half Pitbull half of something else- maybe lab?) to walk into the bathroom and step into the tub. That’s literally it. She hears her name, the word bath time and in the bathroom she goes. It’s amazing actually and I never met... Continue Reading →



I’m lying on my couch watching some show about serial killers, trying to relax after a hard day at work. Fridays. By the time Fridays get here I’m emotionally and physically drained. He walks up to me and brushes his hand against my cheek. He calls me beautiful. Laying there I could think of a... Continue Reading →

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