Grab snoot.
This is my Platonic Life Partner's dog. I promise he is fine, he's just weird and lets me (GENTLY) grab his face for some reason (doesn't let others do it tho, I'm the tolerable exception) and always has eyes that look like they've seen horrors beyond comprehension. (Maybe he has, we don't know, he was found on a highway in Ohio, who knows what shit he's been through.)
That's my boy. He has a long list of irrational fears like bicycles and men in hats. If you stop petting him, he seems to think you don't love him anymore.



















