Sansa got here on Saturday. She was supposed to come “in the morning,” so I woke up at 1:45am, completely incapable of going back to sleep, and just made coffee and puttered around while everyone else slept. As of 9:01am, I became incensed that she was not here yet, and barely survived until 9:17am, when she arrived at my door. This is Sansa:
I know. It’s a lot to take in.
Sansa is a perfect puppy. She is nine weeks old, and about eleven pounds in size. She is very relaxed, very quiet, very affectionate, very smart (I guess? I don’t really know how you tell), and already possesses a cursory grasp of the English language. I take her outside, and say “go potty!” in a chipper voice, and then she goes potty. The only inside accident so far was my fault, and we were both gently disappointed in ourselves, and it has not been repeated. She enjoys having her belly rubbed, she enjoys sitting on my lap, she enjoys bouncing with the children and also being able to always know we will keep the children from bothering her if she does not wish to bounce with the children. Yesterday, we were on our way to the nursery, and Sansa stopped outside the door and looked dubious, and I said “Sansa, is that just too much right now? Would you like to hang out in your daddy’s office while he works, instead?” and she said “Yes, thank you,” and it was so.
(Steve calls her “sweetums.” He is a taciturn man, but not for Sansa.)
Sansa’s breeder had told me that Sansa (the runt of the litter, likely only to gain ninety more pounds before reaching full maturity, instead of a hundred and ten more pounds) is very firm about her rights to the attention and approval of others, much like myself. Whenever the breeder snuggled with the puppies individually (constantly, as evidenced by the webcam I watched for eight weeks straight, including Sansa’s mom’s entire and graphic labor and delivery), Sansa would refuse to be cuddled until all the other puppies were done, and would then remain on the breeder’s lap for three or four times the amount of time the others received, because no one was left to supplant her on said lap.
Sansa has taken very immediately to having her own people, possibly because living with a writhing mass of nine puppies was not perfectly suited to her own, more dignified nature. “Wait, ALL these dog toys are mine? I need not compete for them?” She was a good girl her first night, an even better girl her second night, and is in ruddy good health, and exudes Chill and Convivality. She is already the best behaved puppy I have ever seen, and we will begin obedience training on Wednesday.
Here are some important illustrated facts about Sansa:
Sansa was initially concerned about my readiness to squeeze her:
Sansa explored the house in some detail, and became convinced we would be good to her:
Sansa relishes not sharing her food with a variety of siblings, and also that I put some shredded cheese on it (I am under strict instructions to gussy up kibble with a bit of Greek yogurt or cheese or drippings or meat if necessary, as Sansa has a lot of growing to do, and she has already eaten at LEAST a chicken without any recognizable digestive issues):
Sansa likes taking her toys under the baby’s bouncer:
Sansa does not approve of adblockers that do not whitelist our site, and she is concerned about the future of new media:
Sansa enjoys selfies:
Sansa was deboned by a master chef, and then re-boned after her nap:
I do not have a lot of still images of an awake Sansa, so here is another sleeping Sansa:
She has a black nose:
She has a little chew toy shaped like a bone:
This is Sansa, asleep on my bed:
Thank you for your time.
PUPPYYYYYYYY
SO FLUFFY
SO SWEET
AUGH
this is just to say
i have patted the puppy which was under the bouncer
and which you will probably pat too
forgive me
so fluffy
so sweet
AUGH
PUUUPPPPYYYYYYYYYY
*heart eyes emoji*
Haven’t sat at my computer refreshing the Toast so hard since the day Nicole told us that the deleted comments from the White Man Books post would be up at 1pm.
Welcome Sansa!
Right? I feel like this is the post I have been waiting for my whole life.
I’ve never had this kind of dog, but I grew up with Shelties (and one border collie because my dad thought it was a Sheltie and was told it was a Sheltie, but when he got home my mom told him that it was definitely not a sheltie, but he was a great dog who got along with the actual sheltie we already had). But Shelties and border collies are also floofy like that as puppies, and one of the best things in the world is to pet the floor on the side of the dog’s face. It’s SO nice. I’m envying Nicole so hard right now.
The only thing I miss about my ex!boss is his border collies, unmanageable as they were.
This is a GOOD DOG.
THAT FLUFF THO *cat with the hearts for eyes*
Many times over the course of this past weekend, I realized I was feeling excited for Nicole, a person I have never met, to get a darling puppy, whom I have also never met, and share her joy via the internet. Hurray, Nicole! I am legit so happy for you right now!
Welcome to the Toast family, Sansa. We have been awaiting your fluffiness and IT IS GOOD
Hello, Sansa!!! You are the cutest. My dog would love to meet you now while you’re small so she can boss you around.
Incidentally, I love how the “runt of the litter” will be 100 pounds.
I had a black lab as a kid who was supposedly the “runt” and whose weight varied between 80 and 120 pounds once he was done growing. He was not floofy and he was a jerk, neither of which will apply to Sansa, I’m sure.
Not to #notall___ but not all black labs are jerks! My childhood dogs were Bear, then his son Grizzly, and they were beloved and loving.
Haha, my sister-in-law’s dog is Bear and he looks just like a large black lab, but he’s actually a German shepherd-border collie mix.
Well, Grizzly was half shepherd too. My dad had a thing where he would only breed our dog with a bigger dog, trying to create his own personal horse-dog.
#alllabsmatter
That may seriously be the cutest puppy I’ve ever seen, and I’m really envious of all the snoogling happening in your household right now.
HER LIL’ PINK TONGUE, THO
Love her hairdo. That back-combing look on the top is adorable. I appreciate that you are using the Talk So Your Kids Will Listen… tone with her, v v cool parent, Nicole.
People loving their dogs is, like, the most pure beautiful thing in the world, and I cannot wait for the day that I am in a stable and calm enough living situation that I can be a dog dad.
Because goddammit I will make the cover of Dog Dad magazine that is how much of a dog dad I will be.
WHAT KIND OF DOG IS SANSA I NEED TO UPDATE MY ASPIRATIONS
I need to know this too!!!! since she’s the runt but supposed to be 100lbs, my guess is a leonberger????? but I don’t know
This. Please? I am requiring the having of a similar dog of noblest visage.
Nicole has been intentionally reticent about this; it’s some kind of secret breeding program for big, healthy, long-lived dogs, and that’s all she’s been willing to say.
Sansa was created in a lab by other dogs
Oh, right, the Lab Lab. It’s a bit of a misnomer, of course; they create and employ many different kinds of breeds. I read all about it on their website, the Lab Blab.
Uh, why?
I mean, fine and all. Nicole, you give plenty. But I am sitting here spending brain cycles on why that would be a secret.
Forgive if there’s been discussion of this already that I’ve missed. Thrilled on your behalf. Mazel tov.
A few reasons!
a) I do not really want to encourage people to buy dogs instead of adopting.
b) One of the breeders (the most well-known) who makes Sansas is a little…off.
c) If a lot of traffic starts heading their way, it could make things weird for me.
d) Email me, I’ll give you the deets.
Ah, ok. I understand perfectly. Of course. Your dog is adorable, and you are wise.
So knowing that Nicole is being demure, I’ll take this opportunity to plug german shepherd / greenland husky mixes, which on occasion will magically appear on petfinder in your area, if you refresh religiously enough, and then you can sprint to your local pound and adopt one (here is Tuva as a puppy, she is now 116 pounds of lean and glorious muscle and general chill, yes I did scroll through the comments to find an excuse to add photos of my dog, but to be fair it seems like my dog and Sansa have a lot in common):
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THIS IS AN A+ PUPPY. I think I love him/her.
The floofy giant kind (kinda Leonberger-ish with that floof and expected size).;
She looks like she could be a Shiloh Shepherd, or from similar breeds–they’re a magnificent mix of straight-backed, large GSDs and Alaskan malamutes. Gorgeous, brilliant dogs, very protective of their families but also very gentle and companionable with them. The original breeder wanted to get away from the health problems of many American GSDs, going back to the healthier gentle giants she remembered as a kid in Germany.
http://www.shilohs.org/about/
http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/shilohshepherd.htm
It’s not unreasonable to expect at least one Sansa picture roundup like this per day, is it? Because now that she is in my internet life I never want her to leave.
[swoons repeatedly]
the chew toy one is my favorite! She looks so eager to please, and yet utterly confident in knowing she WILL please. Also her foofy lil ruff!
I look forward to Sansa’s North American tour. I will be first in line at whichever Barnes and Noble and/or PetSmart is hosting a signing in the tri-state area.
Her tongue in the food bowl picture!!! Oh man, she will be so huge and fluffy, I am so excited so excited.
I have questions about her mutant Frankenbreed, also. Like, what does she require in terms of exercise? Are you allowed to reveal her breeder? I’m so curious about the big dog/long lifespan thing.
Hahahaha, yes, of course. I am happy to answer emails from the curious! I love her breeder (I thought a LONG TIME about whether this was a good thing to do), and I would not recommend ALL breeders of her breed (admittedly, there are, like, three in the US.) They are a very low-exercise breed, and they are SUPER quiet, and they have never had a dog with hip dysplasia, which is one of the biggest hurdles for those of us who love Giant Fuckin’ Dogs.
Also, everyone should get a nice rescue mutt, is my OFFICIAL position, but I am personally at peace with my choice, and also our local shelter is now the very, very happy recipient of her canine offset $$$$$ as a result of my Portlandia-esque Guilt Complex About Buying a Dog.
Torn between my understanding that you, Nicole, are a private citizen whose right to a personal life is sacred and my desperate need for a 24-hour SansaCam.
I am all for basic human rights and in fact feel Very Strongly about privacy, but…. I mean, this is not an American puppy. What is CIA surveillance good for if not watching over foreign puppies? Right?
I mean I’m kidding, I’m mostly kidding, even Canadians have rights, even when they have a baby fluffy puppy hidden inside their house.
Her floppy lil ears. Lil tiny ears and they are floppy. There is no more I can say.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
THIS IS ME IN MY HEART OF HEARTS. SANSA.
The Tiny Kittens livestream is currently livestreaming some kittens from a feral cat colony. The smallest of them is so tiny and fluffy, her nickname is “microfloof.” She’s at the vet right now, but I suggest you look at old footage or check back later if you go into floof withdrawal before Nicole posts more Sansa pics.
It will be soon, right? More Sansa pics?
EXACTLY.
I actually do this with all adjectives describing things I enjoy.
Sansa Stark is one of many little useful tricks for if you want to hang out with somebody. A few for toast evaluation:
Probably Good
If you start singing “Ba ba ba, ba Barbara Ann” – they will chime in a third higher
Tips a reasonable amount
Likes Sansa Stark
Probably Bad
Doesn’t like Sansa Stark
Thinks Skyler White is worse than Walter White
Refers to women as “females” (this is definitely not 100% accurate, and more indicative of cishet men than any other demographic, but when I finally realized it it kinda blew my mind)
Feigns ignorance of sports with “sportsball”-type responses (Actually, I know plenty of people I like a lot who do this, but it is undeniably annoying)
also, I like dogs significantly less than the average person does (probably at least a standard deviation below the mean) and this one is ADORABLE AS HELL.
I would always chime in on Babara Ann. It’s a reflex.
But what if you use the term sportsball not to feign ignorance of sports themselves but to indicate such an apathy towards sports that they all run together and you can’t keep up with them. To indicate that, to you, all sports have become one sport that lasts forever? Because I have no idea what sports are going on right now or what people are referring to in meeting small talk. It’s all just sportsball to me.
Different people might disagree, but for me it’s all in the tone. If you genuinely don’t care about or know about sports and they all run together, criticizing you for something like “oh is that some kind of sportsball thing” would be rude – why should anybody disparage someone else’s interest or lack of interest in something? The other side of the equation is when people *do* know what’s going on (or maybe they don’t, actually that part doesn’t matter as much), but phrase it as “oh, you and your sportsball” as if they have some kind of moral superiority for being deliberately anti-sports; perhaps a less controversial way to put it would be people who brag about not owning a television. Now, perhaps you might argue that the fact that I continue to watch the NFL despite the fact that it inadequately deals with chronic injuries/harbors domestic abusers and other criminals/etc. *is* in fact a moral failing on my part, and I wouldn’t really be able to argue with you beyond “ugh, i KNOW…but the Giant game is on, and I just…LIKE it.”
But do you see what I mean, and do you agree or disagree (or don’t care, nobody’s entitled to an argument)? My response in those situations is who’s taking the tone of superiority; if I’m like “oh look at you, woman or man (or other, I don’t have a full grasp on the current state of genderqueer terminology and so on) doesn’t know sports, what a loser”, I’m the asshole. If someone’s like “ew, you like sportsball? how uncouth,” they’re the asshole?
That does make sense! Basically anybody who goes out of their way to insult people to their face (or the social media equivalent) about it are usually assholes, so I totally get the tone distinction you’re making.
I don’t follow or care about sports. Generally if sports come up in a conversation I just don’t contribute to that part and if asked I say that I don’t follow sports. If someone is going to be rude that I don’t care about it then that’s their problem. I don’t get mad that they don’t know about something I follow.
But I do use the sportsball thing at work, because my boss and one of my coworkers are obsessed with sports and my other coworker in our department follows most major sports because her daughter does. They think its funny that I don’t care about sports and I offhandedly referred to the Super Bowl as the big sportsball match last year when they asked if I was going to watch. They are actually under the impression that I don’t know anything about sports (I know rules and team names, I don’t know anything about current players or who is doing well) and whenever they try to pull me into a sports-related conversation they cut themselves off laughing about sportsball.
It works for me since I can then do some work or mess around on the internet while they are comparing their fantasy teams. At most they’ll ask jokingly who I am rooting for in the game this weekend and I will glance up and say ‘yea sports’ in a flat Daria-esque tone.
Saying that you’re rooting for sports is hilarious, and I love it. So I should have been clearer originally that it’s entirely a matter of tone.
consider also the Garfunkel and Oates song “sports go sports”
Or the Lonely Island. “We like sports and we don’t care who knows, from shooting hoops to the Super Bowl! We like sports and we don’t care who knows, football football football, tennis, hockey, golf”
I use it to cover up the fact that I’m never entirely sure when we’ve transitioned from football season to basketball season to baseball season. I believe lacrosse happens somewhere in there; I still haven’t figured out where.
” all sports have become one sport that lasts forever”
MOTHEROFGOD I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO FELT THIS WAY.
I have no ill will towards sport or the lovers of sport. (I, in fact, am in love with and am married to a man who deeply, DEEPLY loves college football.) But I just…I nothing sports. And so I remain staunchly disinterested in any and all competitive athletics, including the Olympics…which makes me only barely human I understand. However, sports fans I love your way with food. And beer. So go team.
ANYWAY
That dog tho. So fluffy. So precious and tiny with aspirations to gigantic-ness. Love.
AND I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE
You are not the only one. Be thankful you don’t live in a country where 6 months of the year is devoted to cricket which is truly the most baffling and excruciatingly long sport to have ever been created. At least a football game is over in a couple of hours. One cricket match can go for FIVE DAYS.
This perfectly articulates my feelings on sports and sportstalk.
Personally I’m a fan of the “Sansa Stark or Severus Snape?” test. Alliterating AND illuminating.
porque no los dos!?
HAPPY PUPPY POST! puppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I cannot be rational in the face of puppy. goodbye word ability, you are dead to me. There is only puppy.
Sansa’s eyebrows are very expressive. She is the noblest of pups.
My mislabeled pound puppy (supposed to be a medium sized terrier and was actually some sort of mutant monster labrador) was more interested in snuggling than eating, so for the first year of her life she got a dollup of plain greek yogurt and some cheese on her food for temptation because otherwise she looked like a walking skeleton.
Now she’s a good eater and the bulk makes her the best snuggler on the planet.
My parents’ pointer mix from a shelter is a complete princess about eating her food. She won’t eat it at all without cheese on it, and at our dinnertime will ignore the cheese-topped food until we put some of our food on top of it.
She is very lucky to have found my parents.
On the outside I’m sitting at my desk blankly staring at my screen but on the inside I’m shrieking with joy. LOOK AT THAT DOG!!!
HER WITTLE TONGUE STICKING OUT.
Dogs who forgot to put their tongue away can have whatever they want from me.
Sansa is already the Best Dog Ever. How can you get anything done? I’d just want to hug her all day.
My dog Petey was the runt, and I felt like that fact made her smarter and more affectionate. (She passed away last year and I have been too heartbroken to adopt another dog just yet, I’m sure everyone understands why.)
Please feel free to publish a weekly, nay, daily adventures of Sansa post.
Oh, what a good doggie that is.
If The Toast creates a spinoff site called The Sansa or One Morning I Awoke to Discover Myself Transformed into Utter Adorability, I will get fired for spending all my time reading it. But I’ll be happy.
[SHRIEKING]
Puppy puppy puppykins? FLUFFY PUPPY
FLUFFY PUPPY FLUFFPY AAHHH
HELLO PUPPY FRIEND I AM HAPPY THAT YOU ARE IN A GOOD HOME WITH GOOD PEOPLE AND LOTS OF CHEESE
SANSA. ♥
HELLO SANSA 🙂 that is some seriously prodigious floof!
I am pretty sure she is the best doggie. (note: every doggie is the best doggie.)
dog logic
Make sure you smell her as much and as deeply as you can. Puppy smell is magical and you never really get it back, in part because you’re too embarrassed to ask strangers if you can smell their wee puppins.
My spouse does not understand my love of puppy/kitten/baby smell. But he’s wrong. It’s the best.
My family’s sweet old lady Golden always had a little puppy smell, right at the patch of fuzz between Wet Dog Nose and Proper Topsnout.
The first time my parents took their sweet golden retriever to the vet (he was 8 weeks old at the time) all of the vet techs wanted to snuggle him and smell the puppy smell, because they know what’s up.
He’s 18 months old now and while he is a big ball of goofy delight, the puppy smell is no more.
I am definitely really enjoying the puppy smell with Mr. Potato. It’s so much better than the rest of his smells!
PUPPY PAWS SMELL LIKE FRITOS.
“Sansa would refuse to be cuddled until all the other puppies were done, and would then remain on the breeder’s lap for three or four times the amount of time the others received, because no one was left to supplant her on said lap.”
This is how you know she’s a smart dog.
She is definitely a stealthy but significant player in the Game of Laps.
She may outlast us all.
She’s willing to wait for it!
I had exciting busy things happen at work, and I forgot that this post would be up today. So I had the unique delight of knowing it would be coming and ALSO being surprised by it when I opened my Twitter feed. Sansa, you have fulfilled my every wish of being a smol gangly floofingtons. Please continue your excellent work.
Sansa, for you I finally figured out how to un-ad-block The Toast. Please love me.
you’re not the only one!
Sansa sends you both sloppy puppy kisses.
I’ve never used an adblocker here, can I have some furry snuggles
Yes!
I still haven’t figured out how to make it work on Safari, and I keep trying! At least at work I’ve sorted it out.
Finished second long paragraph, burst into mind-tears for some reason. Will attempt to continue.
The selfie pushed me over the edge and I still can’t grasp why.
Fluffykins puppybutt!
De-boned and re-boned! I love her very much please post about her ALL the time.
YES DOG OMG SO FUZZY HELP
Fluff!!! Puppy!!!! And a good puppy!!
(timid voice) Would it be too much to ask for a video too?
Please allow yourselves to get excited for Thursday’s post “Hamilton Lyrics I Changed To Sing To My Dog,” but do not start sharing your own ideas for said lyrics until the post goes up.
“Dear Sansa-Sansa / what to SAY to you / you have my eyes / you have a Stark’s name / when you came into my house you yipped and it broke my heart / and I thought I was so smart”
[clears Thursday schedule]
[cracks knuckles, looks at Hamilton lyrics on genius until Thursday]
I will not share my lyrics until Thursday, but I will share that the lyric “look at where you are look at where you started the fact that you’re alive is a miracle” is the lyric I have sung to my backwoods of Kentucky mutt while sobbing most frequently.
Dear Theodosia is clearly the most fitting song to rewrite for your dog: https://twitter.com/lin_manuel/status/64999198940…
I often sing Hamilton to my dog with updated lyrics! I think because when I’m home I alternate between listening to Hamilton and baby-talking the dog, so it was inevitable they would collide.
She is also good for hugging during the sad bits while she side-eyes my in confusion.
Oh yay, I look forward to seeing if you have come up with anything similar to what my boyfriend and I sing to our cat. (although lots of ours involve cat specific behavior so maybe not).
I ALSO sing Hamilton lyrics to my dog! I will keep them secret until Thursday.
yessssssssssssssssss
How do you get anything done when you have so much fluff to bury your face in at all times???
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA who’s a fluffy little puppy? Who’s the BEST fluffy little puppy? YOU ARE! YES, YOU ARE!
“Sansa would refuse to be cuddled until all the other puppies were done, and would then remain on the breeder’s lap for three or four times the amount of time the others received, because no one was left to supplant her on said lap.” This is like the puppy version of Mischel’s Marshmallow Test. Your puppy has more control of her executive function than most humans. Your puppy may be a better person than me.
Sansa!!!!! She’s PERFECT!!!!!! I’m having a dreadful day, but this has made everything good again. What a ridiculously adorable puppy.
This pupper is an excellent pupper. Good fluffiness.
10/10.
Would schnoogle again.
This dog is entirely physically perfect
Oh my God, that is a cute puppy. I have three dogs, all of which drove me to different levels of madness with misbehavior when they were puppies. But puppy pictures of each still reduce me to a cooing idiot. Enjoy the puppy belly, the puppy smell and the puppy’s sense of wonder at pretty much everything. Congrats!
YOUR DOG IS VERY IMPORTANT
IMPORTANT UNANSWERED QUESTION: Is her fur as soft as it looks?
It is.
Your mutual delight in one another is a true bright spot in a tossed salad of a day, like a bit of pomegranate amid the potentially e. coli-bearing spinach. Will happily learn Hamilton lyrics for impending sing-along, and think Greek yogurt and cheese-bit thoughts in the meantime.
I heart her!
DOGGIE!!! AHHHHH so fluffable!
In all seriousness, thanks for putting this up. I had an awful day, andThe Toast always seems to publish the most adorable content when I am truly in need of it.
Dear Sansa, I am sending scritches and high-value treats. I am so glad you and Nicole found each other, and that we get to see the resultant pictures.
WHOSAGOODGURL
My life is literal garbage because I don’t have a Sansa-puppy for my very own.
That is one seriously adorable canine overlord. If she were mine I would have to take parental leave for at least a month. I’m the person who hides in her office when people bring babies and pictures of babies to work (oh god, please don’t bring that baby to my desk and demand I hold it. Bring it back when it has it’s M.A.), but bring in a dog or cat and I am doing everything I can to steal them away and hide them in a drawer.
She is such a dumple! She is the dumpliest! You must snorgle all the snorgles!
Excessive fluffitude has shut down the vocabulary center of my brain.
I may be losing it, but my first neighbor has a German Shepard girly called Sansa, and I’m gonna go visit her tomorrow and play with her and pretend that she is both Hood Sansa and Toast Sansa simultaneously. And oh all the fun I’ll have *_*
PUPPYYYYY SMELLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!
Also yeah if your pup is 9 weeks old and that good about going potty on cue you have the smartest dog in the universe. Congratulations! The smart ones can be exasperating sometimes but they are a treat.
da cutestttttt
I followed Jane Marie here to Toast and then started reading about Sansa! Sansa the ooogey woogey fluffer butts bb puppeh!!!! (high pitch squeal) <3
Oh my god her tongue in the “convinced you will be good to her” picture. Oh my god.
So cute! I want to play with Sansa!
Toast friends and dog fans, I want to direct your attention to a well-deserving dog rescue, Big Fluffy Dog Rescue. (I have no connection to this rescue other than admiring the work they do). If you just can’t stand it and you have to have a ball of fluff to call your own, check out this worthy charity. Don’t let the name fool you; some of the dogs are little and not so fluffy and once they even had a cat! All their dogs are vetted, tested, and in some cases trained. They deliver throughout most of the Eastern US. And finally, you will love the writing style and bios of all of the dogs.
http://www.bigfluffydogs.com/
I am going to try to link to the FB post describing Sadie, my current favorite BFD. She is actually little and fat. Here is how she is introduced:
“OK kids, this is an oddity for Big Fluffy Dog Rescue, but we seem to acquired a fat baby sheep that is in need of a home. I have researched diligently* and I am not sure what the scientific name of this new breed is, but I’m going to roll with the Latin nomenclature of ‘Ovis Aries Maltipoo’.
*For thirty-two whole seconds.”
The description goes on for another two paragraphs.
Enjoy!
https://www.facebook.com/bigfluffydogrescue/photo…
It’s Tuesday and this is a dog so here you go: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8Vf5xbtGN8
(I don’t know how to do links, sorry)
I just lost my darlingest girl in the whole world. This touches my heart in its tenderest places and I simultaneously love/hate you for sharing it.
When my younger brother was killed in a car wreck (12 years ago, terrible, I'm mostly okay now), his dog, Raymond, was at my house. It took Ray a full year to stop going to the front gate to look for him. For a full year he only slept curled in a tight little ball on the couch. He grieved terribly, as did I. Those people who say animals don't have emotions are monsters.
I just called my Mom and asked her to put the phone on speaker so I could tell my puppy, Darla, that I love her very, very much. Thank you for sharing this. Dogs are simply the best.
My dad picked our dog (that we had growing up) because she was the runt of the litter – a blue heeler. They can have snappy temperaments, I’ve known others to be put down for being too vicious – they’re cattle dogs, bred to work – but towards people she was one of the sweetest dogs I’ve known. My mum named her Belle after the dog on the cartoon Belle and Sebastian, she hated other dogs, and she was extremely loyal to her humans. We still miss her.
Is there a Sansa instagram feed? I need a daily dose…
just reread this and it’s still delightful and warms my heart. i love the word gussy. i should gussy up my quality of life with a dog.
What kind of puppy dog is Sansa? Aside from SO ADORABLE, of course.
Sansa adores a minuet, the Ballets Russes and Crepes Suzette — yet Sansa loves to rock and roll, a hot dog makes her lose control, what a crazy pet!
She looks so responsible with it. I feel like that is part of the professional garb she dons before going into the office, ya know?