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Yesterday was lady pup’s very first birthday. 

For breakfast she had her normal food plus bacon and pumpkin.

And to satisfy my own weird puppy-mommy thing, I forced her to eat while wearing this hat. She didn’t seem to mind it terribly, which is encouraging.  

I just wish that she could speak so hard

#Lola Bea  #pup  

I bet this dog didn’t empty her bladder all over her parent’s futon this morning. 

Fucking puppy. 

(via wildoak)

#Lola Bea  

If dressing my dog up in a denim jacket is wrong, I don’t want to be right. 

Sloth life. 

She is recovering from surgery very well. 

She is napping and cuddling and sleeping in mama and daddy’s bed until her wounds heal. Because….. I can’t give you a good reason, besides that I love it.

Lola Bea swallowed a screw.

Surgery tomorrow. 

Scraping the bottom of my barrel to pay for it. 

Growing up is hard. 

Dear Lovely, 

We did it. We’re here. We took the first step. We started our life together. 

I’ve been anticipating this feeling for so long: The knowledge that I will fall asleep next to you tonight, and the rest of the nights. That I will wake up next to you in our apartment. That I will make coffee in our kitchen and sip it out of our mugs. The feeling of joy that has been radiating from my heart to the tips of my fingers and toes. The feeling of security that seeing your face everyday brings me. 

I am all the way in. And you are all the way in. 

I can’t wait to see what we can do together. 

I love you joyously, soundly, deeply, everlastingly, gladly, and with great enthusiasm. 

With love. 

P.S. Please grow a beard again. Please. 

I mean, really. 

Sometimes when I stare at her for too long, I’m transported to another reality because of the cute. 

She is the stinkiest, dirtiest, love-iest pup ever. 

Shitty exposure… blah blah blah. 

LOOK AT THIS BIG BEARPUP!!!!!

She’s not my little baby pup anymore, more like a gigantic bear or deer sized furry pup. 

Seven months old. Seventy pounds. Most of it in her ears and lips. 

This is her needy voice. 

Also, I can sound a little southern and I had no idea. 

Look at these pretty ladies. 

It’s been so long since I’ve seen my Lola pup that I am turning into a crazy animal lady. You guyz… she’s my best friend. 

DOES THAT LOOK COMFORTABLE TO YOU?

It has been exactly 20 days since I have seen my family. This family. The family I have chosen to be my own.

I had a job interview on Friday. It went well, from what I can tell. I am supposed to hear about it today. Maybe tomorrow at the latest. I don’t like the waiting. 

It is all so close. All of it. The job. The move. The daily life with these two troublemakers. The apartment to call our own. It is so close.

(Don’t tell him I put a picture of him sleeping on the internet.)

#Lola Bea  #You  #Ben  #puppy  

LOLA ON THE DAY SHE WAS BORN. LOLA ON THE DAY SHE WAS BORN. LOLA ON THE DAY SHE WAS BORN.

I apologize for the quality of picture. This was taken by her previous owner before we even knew about her, and about 5 months before we adopted her. 

She’s weighing in around 70 pounds these days, so it’s hard to imagine that she was ever so little, and that she went from tiny to 70 in less than 7 months… 

Do I need to buy this for Lola? Is that a stupid question?

 
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