so there


All the furry children are asleep. Mac and I went for a walk and now he is laying on the ottoman next to my desk snoring. He is still dirty from his roll in the backyard but I know when to pick my battles and when to let sleeping dogs lie. After our walk, I took advantage of his “I’m not getting a bath” statue tactic and took pictures of him.

the same

He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and we were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger… He’s always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights