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Orlando, Guns, and Love: I’ve had wine so here we go

FYI: If you think it’s totally okay for private citizens to be able to purchase semi-automatic assault rifles easily in the United States, you might as well go find another blog post to read because you will not like this one. Have fun!


So here we are again. The worst mass shooting in modern American history. At least 50 dead, dozens more injured, countless families destroyed, law enforcement in Orlando stretched so thin they can barely handle it, endless twitter and facebook posts with prayers for the dead and injured, Presidential speeches and political rants.

Prayers and thoughts are nice, but they aren’t keeping AR-15s out of the hands of evil assholes, misogynists, terrorists, and homophobes like this asshole who did this today. They aren’t teaching our children to resolve feelings of anger and hatred in therapy instead of with violence, or to see all humans as worthy of respect and life even if they are different from them.

Here’s some shit I am doing now in light of this and other mass shootings. If you think that human life is more important than some asshole’s need to carry his AR-15 to the Chipotle or some douchebag’s discomfort at possibly having to pee in a shitty Target bathroom next to someone whose birth certificate says a different gender than the one they currently identify with or some religious fanatic’s fear of the power and value inherent in women and LGBT individuals’ existences, I hope you’ll do some of it, too.

  • Donate: I’ve just donated a small amount each to these two organizations:
    • Fund for Victims of Pulse Shooting via Equality Florida (
      GoFundMe): https://www.gofundme.com/PulseVictimsFund. Equality is the official LGBT civil rights org in Florida and they’ll be working with their attorneys and other organizations to distribute these funds to the victims and their families.
    • The Coalition to Stop Gun Violence: a decades-old organization dedicated to common sense gun control and ending gun violence! http://csgv.org/
    • Obviously there are other organizations as well, but these are just a couple, so if you have a spare $1 or $10 or $100 give to groups who are fighting common-sense gun control.
  • Read/get informed: 
    • I followed @igorvolsky on Twitter; he is the Deputy Director for the Center for American Progess action fund. He is tweeting the names of members of Congress who have accepted money from the NRA so you know who NOT to vote for in November or future elections if you care about stopping these mass shootings regardless of motivation.
    • This article also details the members of Congress (mostly Republicans, but some Dems in there too!) who voted AGAINST the act to include perceived gender, sexual orientation, gender identity, and disabilities as protected classes under existing federal hate crimes law. The law passed, but not easily. If your Senator or Representative is on this list, and you give a shit about LGBT and disabled people, do not vote for these asshats in the future, and call them up and tell them why!
  • Vote based on this information: 
    • This Fall, I’m voting for Democrat Hillary Rodham Clinton for President of the United States, not only because she is NOT a giant sentient Cheeto with a yellow wig who spews racist bullshit on Twitter every 3.5 hours and wants to have sex with its daughter, but because I strongly agree with her on many issues- especially women’s reproductive rights and gun control. She has an F rating from the NRA, which is the best failing grade someone can get if you ask me!
    • I’m a California voter, and so will also be voting in the Fall for Democrat Kamala D. Harris for US Senator to replace retiring Senator Barbara Boxer. Her opponent in the race is also a Democrat, Loretta Sanchez, but Sanchez voted in 2005 FOR a bill that would shield gun manufacturers from responsibility in some lawsuits when gun sales result in tragedy. Sorry, Sanchez, that was one mistake you’re not gonna live down with this voter!
    • That’s just me; whatever state or district you live in, use the information in the section above and your own research to vote for candidates who support making and enforcing laws that will keep assault rifles, which are, you know, for ASSAULTING PEOPLE and not to hunt quails or whatever because COME ON, out of the hands of dangerous people. Also vote for candidates who speak of all people, regardless of race, ethnicity, gender/gender orientation, sexual preference, age, etc. with respect. People don’t pick up an assault rifle, a pistol, a knife, or even their fists in a vacuum. The Planned Parenthood Shooter spoke of “baby parts” after storming a Colorado PP and killing three people, including a police officer; according to some reports, the piece of shit who murdered fifty people this morning was angered by seeing two men kiss in Miami months ago and had a history of domestic violence. That kind of homophobia and misogyny and anger isn’t all innate; these messages are reinforced by both private figures in our lives and, yes, public figures, too. What our elected officials say matters. When someone insinuates that all gay people are evil sinners, or all abortion providers are murderers, or all Mexicans are rapists, or all black people are thugs, or all Muslims are terrorists–people listen to this shit, and it poisons them. We can’t control what a given individual learns in their home growing up or from their friends or their place of worship, but we can control, to a certain extent, what our elected officials say to their constituents and their children. Vote for people who don’t say racist, homophobic, misogynistic, or other terrible shit.

So that’s what I’m doing and thinking. What are you doing? Seriously, if there are major things I’m missing, please tell me, because I want to do more. I’m sort of tipsy from drinking anger-wine tonight to dull the pain of this shitty world, but I’m fired up and want to do things because I am sick of this. I don’t even know if I’m going to have kids, but if I do, I want them to grow up in a better country and world. I also know there’s a huge mental health angle to all this, but it’s something that’s hard for me to tackle because I HAVE a mental illness and there’s so much to unpack with that all I can say for now is that the vast majority of people with mental illness do not hurt anyone and are non-violent (the same way that the vast majority of Muslims or white guys or anti-abortion people do not ever hurt anyone). That being said, it’s still something to discuss–I just don’t know how to do it tonight. If anyone has any resources, I would love to read them.

Finally, I’m just so, so, so sorry for the victims in Orlando and their families and friends, and for the global LGBT community. I love you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.


I wrote a thing and it was published on the interwebz :)

Hey guys, I wrote a humor thing on The Establishment (no, not the political establishment, but a women’s website lol – one person already made that mistake.

Please, please, please head over there and check it out! And if you’re not reading The Establishment, please start because it is GREAT! I hope you like it 🙂

Also, any woman freelancers out there, The Establishment is GREAT! I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU PITCH THEM!



Naughty Dog (A-Z Challenge)

So I’m very tired and could not for the LIFE of me figure out a blog post for “N” in the #AZChallenge, but then my family dog Roxie did this:

I apologize for the quality of the pictures but I was mad and the dog was biting my butt.

She has been digging at/ chewing up the carpet (which is 20+ years old) in the upstairs hall since I came home last month to heal my broken foot, but today took the cake. I tried to stop her from ripping it up but she just jumped and tried to bite my butt cheek, which is as annoying as it sounds, so then I was like, YOU NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY DOG! And then I realized “naughty” starts with “n” and here we are. So basically, the dog is badly behaved, my parents have to spend five grand on hardwood for the upstairs, but, hey, I got a blog post topic out of this SO IT’S ALL GOOD.

Seriously, though, she does not give a FUCK about this carpet, guys:

Oh, did I do that? Oh, well.
U mad, ho?

The problem with this whole situation is that naughty dogs are somehow even cuter than well-behaved dogs, unfortunately. Behold:

Cute dog butt
Cute dog face.

So even after she nips at my butt and eats the carpet and then vomits up the carpet pad in the middle of the night, I find myself petting her and stroking her ears and saying GOOD DOG!

And she wins. Every single time. She wins.

That naughty, naughty darling dog.

Sorry, gtg give this bitch a treat.


Please share links to pictures of other NAUGHTY dogs in the comments! I will also accept comments praising and/or condemning Roxie the naughty dog.




Ten things legislators in North Carolina & Georgia could do instead of passing anti-LGBT laws

If you are “woke,” or even just regular-old conscious, you’ve probably heard about the latest BS coming out of North Carolina: a law that is essentially state-sponsored bigotry in the guise of “concern” for women and children who might unknowingly pee in a public restroom stall adjacent to an individual whose genitalia do not match their own, which would lead to…death, I guess? Apocalypse? It’s unclear, but sadly a similar law is being considered in Georgia, because apparently some state legislators just like to watch the world burn (and also to watch Disney and any other corporation or individual with a conscience spend their money elsewhere).

Three thousand think pieces have already been written about the law, and other than the obvious bigotry and ignorance behind it, people are also outraged because SERIOUSLY THIS IS HOW GOVERNMENT IS SPENDING CITIZENS’ TAX MONEY? To that end, I humbly submit the following ten ideas for what legislators in NC and Georgia could do with their time other than pass harmful and hateful laws to discriminate against some of their most vulnerable constituents:

10. Clean a public bathroom: Honestly, the biggest danger of public restrooms is how FUCKING DIRTY THEY ARE. Who gives a shit what’s between the legs of the person in the stall next to you if you have to put on a hazmat suit just to pee without fear at your local mall after drinking an extra-large Jamba Juice while browsing the clearance rack at Nordstrom Rack? If you really care about the experience people have in public restrooms in your state, get some rubber gloves, some Lysol, a toothbrush, and have at it. EVERYONE, gay, straight, black, white, transgender, cis will thank you, and as politicians you should have plenty of experience cleaning up shit (especially of your own making)!

9. Legislate against people who pee on the toilet seat: Related to point #10–you want to talk about a THREAT TO HARD-WORKING AMERICANS? How about those monsters who pee on the toilet seat and then don’t wipe it off? Where’s the fine against those assholes?  I don’t care if the person washing their hands at the next sink is a man, woman, cis, trans, genderqueer, or Martian, as long as they WIPE OFF THE SEAT AND FLUSH LIKE A GODDAMNED HUMAN BEING. You want to crack down on aberrant bathroom behaviors? I promise this is an issue all parties can get behind.


8. Try to fix poverty: Allegedly, these legislators are worried about the welfare of women and girls, hence this law. If they ACTUALLY cared about women and girls (and men, and people of color, and humans), NC and GA legislators could spend some real time brainstorming and enacting legislation to pull more of their citizens out of poverty, which would be helpful, as NC is #31 on the national poverty ranking, and GA is (gulp) #43. At the very least, they could refrain from passing measures, like North Carolina did with this VERY BILL, that make it illegal for municipalities to raise their minimum wage on their own, which could, ya know, TAKE PEOPLE OUT OF POVERTY and therefore HELP FAMILIES. From NPR:

The bill would bar cities or counties from imposing their own minimum wage. So any move to establish a local minimum wage higher than the $7.25 an hour federal minimum wage would be a nonstarter. This has been done by other cities such as Seattle, which is phasing in a $15 an hour minimum wage.

Yeah, I’m totally sure this bill was ALL about helping people, uh-huh, sure, okay!

7. Catch up on Daredevil: Don’t get me wrong-Season 1 was WAAAAY better than Season 2, but Charlie Cox has still got it, Foggy is my hero, and I’ll watch Deborah Ann Woll in anything. The point is, NC & GA legislators, take a break from the misplaced fear of things you don’t understand and enjoy some good, old-fashioned Marvel superhero death and gore–your constituents will thank you for it, especially if you miss work after a night of binge-watching and therefore are unable to pass further bullshit laws!

6. Pet a dog: At the end of the day, these legislators seem REALLY worried that some dude with a beard named Eric who was given the name Erica at birth and used to wear a pink onesie before he figured out who he really is might be taking a dump in the next stall while they’re shopping at Target. Being that upset out about such a non-event leads me to believe that they are suffering from some major stress, and according to Science, petting a dog can lower your blood pressure, calm you down, and make you a happier, healthier person! You can’t pet my dog, though–she’s allergic to bullying bigots, sorry!

Oh, did a bigot want to pet me? Sorry, I’m scheduled to lie in this chair all day and dream about treats.

5. Actually talk to a transgender person: Though they have every reason to hate the world, many transgender and gender non-conforming people are REALLY nice and open and would be happy to converse with legislators in NC, GA or any other state about their lives! Instead of relying on outdated biases to form opinions on trans people, legislators could have a beer, coke, or raw vegan smoothie with a transgender person and perhaps realize that they are, in fact, just PEOPLE–albeit often disadvantaged and depressed people, due to the discrimination they face.

4. Watch a Fixer Upper Marathon on HGTV: Everyone, homophobic misguided legislator or no, will benefit from watching Chip and Joanna redo crumbling homes in Waco for, like, three dollars. This should be required viewing for every American. JUST LOOK AT THEM.

chip and jo

3. Build a time machine to extricate themselves from the distant past: Look, these legislators are so out of it that they must be literally stuck in the past, so they obviously need to pool their resources, fix up an old Delorean, invent a flux capacitor, get back to the stones at Craigh na Dun, call up HG Wells, and come meet the rest of us here in the present.

Well see you in 2016 whenever you’re ready to join us, GA and NC GOP!
Outlander 2014
Disclaimer: I cannot promise that your time travel experience will result in meeting a smokin’ Scotsman.

2. Watch “Formation” and freak out again: Remember a few weeks back when Beyonce was the main thing ultra-conservatives were losing their minds over? Can we go back to that? Hey, legislators, watch the video again, and get REAL angry and forget to do the rest of your jobs! Look at her, all…dance-y…and…woman-y…and…black. And remember when she RUINED THE SUPER BOWL TOO AND MADE YOU LOOK UP FROM YOUR NACHOS? Remember how mad you were? Yeah! YOU KNOW YOU HATE HER, GOP DUDES, LET THE HATE FLOW THROUGH YOU!

Just watch the vid again…and again…and again…no need to go to work, or pass any laws, or do anything but have a rage stroke. Shhh. It’s okay. Keep watching…

1. Quit: Let’s get real, GOP lawmakers in GA and NC–you are dinosaurs. Your views are outdated and wrong; your priorities do not match those of reasonable people who are able to empathize with others who do not look, sound, or act exactly like themselves. Your greatest claim to fame will be when you are portrayed by an aged DiCaprio or Redmayne in thirty years as the villains in an Oscar bait movie. So why not quit while you’re ahead in the bigotry game?  Just go! Resign and withdraw to your gated communities and private manors, where you can take comfort in knowing that the only person using your marble-tiled bathroom will be you.

Hey, anyone know how I can get any of these suggestions put into law? 😉


I’d love to hear your thoughts on this post, please drop a comment below! Peace!




Not alone

Be warned: this is an honest post about depression and self-harm, so don’t read if that is not what you need right now.

Tonight was not a great night. Depression combined with PMDD combined with injury combined with rain combined to form a cocktail of true shitty-ness.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but I have an intermittent history of self-harm. My depression and anxiety kick in, I get angry and disgusted with myself, and instead of just crying or shouting or hitting something else, I hit myself, usually in the head or leg, or both, to the point of bruising. Obviously, this is not good.

Tonight I was thoroughly convinced that I was a mean, fat, disgusting, stupid, lazy, weak-willed, worthless, uncouth, ungrateful, shallow, timid, and boring person, all at the same time. The cognitive dissonance required to think all of these things about myself at the same time was pretty impressive, but the result was not–I hit myself for the first time in probably over a year.

Besides the physical pain I caused myself, I also caused my mother, who saw me do it, emotional pain. I feel awful, and thinking about her distress brings tears of guilt as I type. But I am also grateful to her for helping me calm down and redirect the urge to hurt myself into actual discussion of my feelings, which she often shared when she had PMDD in her twenties and thirties. I’m grateful that she hugged me and dried my tears and told me she loved me. I’m grateful that she forgave me for the fear and hurt I made her feel by hurting myself.

I am lucky that I wasn’t alone.

I’m still somewhat stuck in a depressive a black hole, but my mother’s being present with me tonight was like a tiny sliver of light in that darkness. So I want to pass it on, right now, before I lose my nerve and delete this post:

If you are in despair tonight and there is no one there to comfort you, you are still not alone. There are millions of people who are with you. I am one of them. Even if no one is there to physically hug you and tell you that you are worthwhile, I will tell you now: you are not alone. You are a good person. How you are feeling is temporary, but whether this feeling lasts one hour or one day or one week or one month, you are NOT alone. 

Consider this a hug from me ❤

Love you.



Broken feet and good brothers

the struggle is real

I did not have the best weekend. On Friday night, I fell on the sidewalk outside my apartment (YES, I had been drinking juuuuust a little) and twisted my left foot HARD. As I screamed in pain and melodramatically wailed that “I WAS DYYYYING,” my little brother, who had come earlier in the week to visit me from Los Angeles and is an ex-college football player with his fair experience of injuries, calmly ascertained that I did not have any bones sticking through my skin. He then hoisted me up on my good foot and half-dragged me back to my building and up the three-and-a-half flights of stairs to my apartment to deposit me on my bed, all the while ignoring the creepy stares of half-a-dozen street kids who were looking at me in disdain (I was crying and being very uncool).

The next day, he spent over four hours with me at UCSF urgent care, wheeling me to get xrays and fetching me Starbucks (yay!) and purchasing and setting up my new crutches (ugh). When they told me I’d fractured a bone in my foot and sent me on a wild goose chase to purchase a special boot to wear, he took me in three different Ubers to two different medical supply stores, one of which may or may not have been a front for the Russian mob. While we waited for the second Uber, he let me lean on him while I cried, swore, and sweated–the first store we’d been referred to was unexpectedly closed and I did not take it well. “I HATE MY LIFE!” I screamed, drama queen that I am, as he smiled apologetically to frightened passerby in the Richmond.

Once we made it back to my apartment on Saturday evening, he helped me elevate my foot, ice it, got me food, and has spent the last forty-eight hours helping with everything from picking up prescriptions and doing the laundry to lifting my spirits and entertaining me. I am especially grateful for him to introducing me to the unholy experience of watching “The Room” sober:


In short,  I am THE WORST at being sick/injured, and my brother has been an absolute fucking angel. I’m desperately grateful that he’s here–not just that he happened to be around on Friday night (that was more than lucky), but that he’s here on the planet at all. I love my brother to death, but I never realized until this weekend how lucky am I to have him. He is one of a handful of people on Earth who could have witnessed my ridiculous and childish depressed behavior in the face of an obnoxious and inconvenient–but hardly calamitous–injury over the past few days and still been patient and helpful throughout. He is also the only member of that select group of family and friends who would still like me after this weekend who is strong enough to help carry me up three flights of stairs, which is convenient.

So, yeah, being injured has sucked, and will continue to suck for a little while (we find out tomorrow if I need surgery or not–fingers crossed for not!), but if nothing else, it’s reminded me how lucky I am to have such a wonderful sibling. Thank you, Bryan*, I love you. And to those of you who have great brothers or sisters, hug them or text them “I love you” tonight on behalf of my own broken foot, as well as the medical supply store on Clement that may or may not be a front for the Russian mob. Mobsters or not, it’s obviously run by a close-knit family!

*I would include a picture of Bryan here, but he deleted his Facebook years ago and prefers to remain elusive on the internet, as far as I can tell. If you want to picture him in your mind, just imagine what if James Franco and Seth Rogen had a third best friend who was in all their movies together with them, but that best friend isn’t Jay Baruchel or Jonah Hill and is in his late twenties and wears gap button-down shirts with cargo shorts and needs a haircut desperately. ???


Being Visually Artistic on the Most Basic Level with Jackie


Ha! Look what I made! I am most proud of the ones with the hashtags.

I got the materials to create these beautiful pieces of practical art really iffy mini tote bags from my Aunt and Uncle over Christmas and I am half way done (the back sides are currently blank). AREN’T YOU IMPRESSED BY MY USE OF STENCILS AND THREE DIFFERENT PAINT COLORS? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?

Lol in all seriousness I love doing this shit and have fun despite the results, and now a select few (Well, eight. I have eight of these tote bags.) can look forward to receiving these around Valentine’s day. You’re…welcome?

Hope you’re all beating the January blues! xoxo


Paris, je t’aime


Sappiness Warning: this post is sappy but I am sappy so yeah.

Last week was pretty terrible.  On top of ISIS The First Evil’s attacks in Beirut and Iraq, earthquakes in Japan, the continuing Syrian refugee crisis, general racism, and a million other awful shitty things I am no doubt forgetting, there was Paris.

Paris is one of my favorite places in the world.  I returned there for the first time since college this past August, when I was overjoyed to introduce one of my best friends to the city where I first discovered the joy of cheese for dessert (and lunch, and a snack, and breakfast).  Paris is the subject of more than half of the “artwork” pieces “decorating” my lame apartment.  It’s where I spent more evenings than I care to admit drinking two euro wine next to a dirty canal while various Frenchmen asked me if I was Mexican(?).  It’s where I fell sleep on the bus after a night of clubbing and ended up stranded in the suburbs at 3 am in a skimpy dress and heels higher than any I’ve worn since the age of twenty.  It’s where I got the news that a friend had died in an accident and cried my eyes out in a café at the thought missing her funeral while the usually stuffy waitstaff looked on sympathetically.  It’s where I learned to be an adult.  It’s where I first understood that I am a citizen of both the United States and the world. Seeing Paris under siege for hours on TV Friday night left me paralyzed for a good 24 hours.

None of this is different from what anyone else who loves Paris (or Beirut, or New York, or any other place ravaged by terrorism) has said or written before, but I just had to get it out, here and, as it turns out, on paper.  A new piece of (extremely lame) “artwork” now adorns the walls of my (extremely lame) apartment, in honor of the city that helped me grow up.  Paris, je t’aime.  Mon coeur est à toi pour toujours.



A New Love

So I know that last week I became engaged to Iced Coffee, but I have a new love that has supplanted him: Roxie.

Here she is:

Roxie Face

Now, she only weighs 7 lbs, and is also a dog, but I am ridiculously in love.  Just look at her PLAYING IN THE DRIVEWAY!

(That is my mom saving her from eating mulch at the end)

In all seriousness, I was a bit nervous about meeting my parents’ new puppy when I came to visit them this week.  As you may recall, we lost our family’s beloved 14-year-old black lab, Jazzy, back in August.  It was a lot harder on all of us than I had expected – even my brother and I, who don’t live at home anymore, were devastated.   So while I was excited to meet this new family member at my parents’ this week, I also felt weird – would I be constantly comparing her to Jazzy?  Was I a bad person for wanting to meet and love a new dog when we had just lost such an important part of our lives?

Well, it turns out that while there have been some bittersweet moments when I still miss my old girl, Roxie, like all dogs, has her own separate personality, and loving her is as effortless, in its own unique way, as it was loving Jazzy.  Despite the fact that Roxie has these SHARP LITTLE RAZOR TEETH OMG I FORGOT PUPPIES TRY TO EAT EVERYTHING INCLUDING YOUR NOSE AND FINGERS.

Welcome to extended family, Roxie!  You’re my new love!  (Sorry Iced Coffee 😦 You’re just not as cuddly as Roxie is, and also you occasionally make me jittery.)

Goodbye, Jazzy

Jazzy at the vet’s last week

Dear Jazzy,

This morning, after fourteen years and two bouts with cancer, we said goodbye to you.  It was the right thing to do, and it was the right time.  I know you were suffering, and I’m glad that we made the decision to let you go before your pain became any worse.

I will never forget you.  I will never stop loving you.  You were a light in all of our lives from the day we brought you home.  Your memory will be a light for us until the day we pass on and join you, wherever you are.

Here are just a few of the things I will remember about you for the rest of my life:

I remember how soft and sweet you were, and how you won everyone over, from old ladies to little kids – even those who normally fear dogs – with your big brown eyes and silky ears and goofy grin.

I remember how you used to wake me up every morning during high school school, jumping on the bed and licking me until, grumbling, I swatted you away and got my butt in the shower.

I remember how excited you got each Christmas, tearing your stocking to bits to get to the treats and toys you knew to expect when the big tree went up in the corner of the family room.

I remember the Thanksgiving when, despite my mother’s precautions and my uncle’s warning, you managed to jump up on the counter and take a huge bite out of the homemade pumpkin pie.  I remember your guilty expression when we caught you.

I remember the time I left a full plate of food on the kitchen table for about forty seconds to wash my hands, only to return to find the plate licked entirely clean, while you sat nearby trying to look innocent and utterly failing.

I remember countless long walks that exhausted everyone except for you – you always wanted to play fetch as soon as we were back in the yard, despite the wind, rain, or heat.

I remember your childlike excitement at the prospect of a snowflake, or a treat, or a ball, or even the garden hose.

I remember when we thought we were going to lose you to cancer seven years ago, and you were a cheerful, happy dog through months of chemo, two surgeries, and radiation, never whining or whimpering and always happy to go see the vet or the oncologist.  I know how lucky we are that we got seven more years with you.

I remember how you would come and sit next to me (or Bryan, or our parents) whenever I was upset or crying and would offer a snuggle to comfort me.  I remember that you did this for me yesterday, despite your own pain, when I was crying over the fact that I was going to lose you.

I remember the joy you felt in living.  I remember how that joy inspired me.  It still does.

Jazzy, I’m not religious, and, being a dog, I know you weren’t, either.  However, I do believe that you are in a place now where the pain is gone.  No more cancer, no more tumors, no more medications or weak hind legs.  I also believe that one day I will see you again in that better place.

I love you.  I miss you.  You’re a good dog.  Rest, now, until we meet again.



Jasmine, 2001-2015
Jasmine, 2001-2015