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Make George "Grumpy Cat famous" but instead of grumpiness, you get "depressing looks" from a dog that loves hats.

Sons. #boxerdog #catanddog #dogsofinstagram #catsofinstagram #bestfriends #love #cozy #georgethedog #bedtime (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvn0tKFH9HK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fxwioomldrb5

I was once a part of a pyramid scheme. Until I watched this episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. And heard the same pitch verbatim minus the name. Mind blown. And you could say I was a little more than pissed at myself. I learn so much from television. #pyramidscheme #invigaron #itsalwayssunnyinphiladelphia #lifelessons #mindblown #funny #notfunny https://www.instagram.com/p/Btlgvc7n-Hb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cshxz2klu0n0

So this package laid suspiciously at my door around 7pm tonight. Wasn't sure what to make of it other than the fact that my dog has more fan mail than I do. Meet George the rough tumbling gangster from the 1930s. #boxerdog #georgethedog #fanmail #populardog #dogsofinstagram #suspiciousofacertainfriend #helovestheattention #funny #mydogismorepopularthaniam https://www.instagram.com/p/BtAO53oH6zK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=nlxput3hfjnw

A picture taken at just the right moment. I am Moses the Grinch. And your better "let my people gooooooo." #grinch #moses #santa #santaclaus #stnicholas #stluciaday #ricepudding #flannel #cozy #pediatrics #medicalassistant (at Broadway Medical Clinic) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrV3oo6HyTI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1oc9wm30fizbo

The love between two brothers. #catdog #cat #dog #boxerdog #bestfriends #cuddlebuddy #love #fluffy #naptime https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq3N-1jHSGz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qpo3hpkp8slj

Big plumbing misconception. #plumbingissue #vintageplumbing #oldapartment #leakyfaucet #notaloser #justpoor #funny #notfunny #singingplumber

Your perception of life should not be based on what others may think of the way you live it. Your perception of self and how you feel about yourself should not be determined by how others feel you should be. Your perception of how you look should never be based off of how others feel you should look. Life should always be like eating ribs, who the hell cares how you look while you are eating them, anyways? (at Roseburg, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoS_5LVBOj1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hcqzbi8kjaem

Please assist my broken wit in coming up with something to say about this recent dumpster find...

How to start a new life the easy way.

The future is nigh.

Tom Selleck and I have candle lit dinners sometimes. Though his prayers at Thanksgiving are way longer than I would like.

My father lives in a haunted 7 bedroom house. A few nights ago my father called to tell me "something funny". He isn't a spiritual man or one to believe in ghosts (he's more of the 'I need to see it and be able to explain it to believe it' type). He proceeded to tell me the funny story, about how he was hearing noises in his house like someone who was very heavy was coming up and down the stairs repeatedly. Apparently his two dogs also heard and felt this and ran outside, not wanting to return inside for the rest of the day. I stayed the night last night just to visit, but to also see what was going on. I happen to have a bit of a sixth sense with odd things (hard to explain) but I hadn't felt anything until I got there this weekend. I was awoke by my father's dog having a "seizure". I attempted to pet her gently to just let her know I was there (she has never done this) and she finally came to, but was immediately pulled across half of the room. She attempted getting up but was unsuccessful, panting and afraid. I yelled for my father who was asleep upstairs (it is a huge house). He didn't hear me. I yelled for help for several minutes while trying to "protect" his dog from whatever was happening. I finally heard him come down the stairs. So I stopped yelling. A minute passed but no father. I ran to the staircase where I was certain I heard him come down. No one. I ran back to his dog and continued yelling for him. I again heard noises but this time they were footsteps above my head in the dining room pacing back and forth, heavily. I decided to run to my fathers room and bang on his door. He came out and hurried to his pup. She was panting, limping but had managed to get up. She limped a while after that but recovered in the morning. I didn't sleep for an hour after this. And had horrible nightmares following. My father still does not believe anything super natural exists here. Smudging and much blessing will be taking place. Whether he agrees to my methods or not.

Me talking out loud to my brain: "oh nothing much, just doing dishes talking to myself about how awesome it is to be living alone."