a freaky deaky little dog

You can have a pretty dog. You can have a strong dog. You can even have a pretty strong dog.

OR… you can have a freaky deaky little dog that makes grown men jump and mutter “da fuq?” in the street, filling you with a pride that could not be greater had you birthed them yourself.

I, for one, have two!

Here they are getting their international airmiles in on K9 Airlines (yes, it’s an airplane for literal dogs and no, it’s not a movie yet and someone needs to get on that because it makes Snakes On A Plane seem positively quaint.)

There are many things I wish were different, many hopes I have for humanity. But when I look at our freaky deaky little dogs, all is right with the world and always has been.