Its something I've given a lot of thought to, and both me and my mother have both desperately missed a dog presence in the home. Its only (only) been 4 months since I lost Frankie and that wound is never going to heal I think and this is I hope in no means a replacement. Like anyone could replace that fucking dog in my heart. But this feels right. My mum wanted to get a border collie puppy from a breeder and I was indecisive. Then I read about the amount of dogs in need in homes across Eastern Europe where they have much less hope and chance for survival and I thought why not adopt then? So this below is the dog I'm getting. His name is Findus (which I will change), and he is 7 months old, a cross breed or law only knows what, a puppy found on the streets a few months back on his own and so he will travel to the UK, be with me in 2 weeks and hopefully remain with me for the rest of what I hope are his happy days.
Oh yeah, and the healthy living thing has been very up and down, mostly down. So I need a break again, a proper one. Just to stop thinking in numbers and weights for a while. Gets me beyond down.
Imlunchboxx
fuck it why dont you buy a ski doo you always wanted to ride one of those
Gagsy
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