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Day 21 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. I Timmy is stuck in the well. Or it's dinner time, either way it's urgent

Day 20 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. Sometimes this happened

Day 20 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. She's completely asleep here, but her ears were always at attention.

they should make the next james bond a transgender woman backed by a mutual aid group consisting of an unsteady alliance of liberals and leftists, and her mission is to assassinate a famous children's book author who's gone mad with power,

Sitting here wondering why I worked my ass off in AP Government, and got a degree in political science (cum laude) just for half the country to stop giving a single fuck about the Constitution.

Day 19 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. She's hogging all the couch pillows as usual.

Day 18 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. She's very disappointed in my snack delivery performance and expects positive change going forward.

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Taco bell's menu and pricing structure

Well, if understanding science, and loving my trans homies , because they're my homies makes me an extremist then ....let's fucking go!

Day 17 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. Spending hours trapped under her as she slept was a favorite pastime.

Day 16 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. Look at her face!

Fuck. Its been two weeks, I just walked out of the bedroom/office and expected the Hound to jump up and walk outside with me. She did not. And it hurts

Day 15 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. There was thunder. She became a gigantic lap dog when there was thunder.

Slightly increase a band Mercuryfinger Bismuth Zeplin

Thanks google photo memories, this easter tournament was fun. Even more fun considering that all of us goalies played with the ears on.

Was within earshot of a conversation between two women and I, a white male, had an opinion. So I kept my mouth shut because they did not ask. Fellas.... it wasn't even hard to not speak. Let's all try it.

Day 14 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing.

Today is my daughter's senior prom. Not to make her night all about me, but this means I'm old enough to have a daughter who: is a senior; In high school. And that's impossible because she was 7 last weekend.

Day 12 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. Semper Paratus.

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Day 12 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. She's totally not reaching for that bag of chips there. Totally.

at work two separate people asked me how I was doing today. I honestly said that I'm barely holding it together. Both people said they couldn't tell, that i looked great. Its great to know that I can completely mask the external manifestation of my feelings.... gonna go be a poker player

Day 11 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. Here she is in the BagelHound position, because I inevitably kept thr house colder than she would have liked.

Day 10 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. Early days in the new house, I have interrupted her slumber by trying to install a ceiling fan. As these days go by, I realize just how not ok I am with this.

Just dumped a spoonful of jarlic into my cup of noodles. This is what passes for cooking these days.

Welp, why not? I've got plenty to say and lots of time to say it. Now you can read it. Yay.

Day 9 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. First day in the new house, she's helping me make the bed.

Slightly diminish a book: 99 Years of Solitude

Anyone's want to buy an apartment complex? Or two?

Day 8 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing

Day 7 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. Here she is expressing her disappointment that we would not be going for a walk.

Day 6 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. She wasn't a fan of trump

The South proving at lightning speed why the Voting Rights Act was still necessary.

Day 5 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. Here she was helping me get dressed. She was a very good helper.

The Mandalorian and Grogu. I think I did this wrong

Day four of posting pics of the Hound to honor her passing.

Day 3 of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her memory.

Why did the anthem singer in Buffalo start singing Oh Canada, when there isn't a Canadian team playing in this game?

Day two of posting a picture of the Hound to honor her passing. She's on the left in this picture.

So, to honor the passing of The Hound... her government name was Tasha btw... I'll be posting a picture of her every day until I feel like stopping. Here is the 1st picture I ever took of her the day she came to live with me.

First full day without the Hound, and I didn't cry. Not even one time, until bedtime; when as I did every night, after I turned off the light , I said "Good night Hound dog, I love you." Then the tears came.

4.15 an hour working as a bag boy in a grocery store in 1993.

I am navigating pain, unemployment, and disability while falling through the cracks in our social safety nets, and a few short breaths away from being completely destitute. The only thing I have is a roof over my head, and I'm in danger of losing that more and more with each passing day.

There is entirely too much discourse in this taco bell.

First night without The Hound. Kept moving my left foot further and further trying to find the warm lump that had been there for a decade. She's gone.

Turns out this is the last picture I'll ever take of the Hound. She died this morning. And now all the tears I didn't cry because of her sweet presence are coming out. Goodbye Hound dog. I love you.

Yeah I'm not reading all that. Sorry that happened to you. Or congratulations.