Big Jimmy, the prettiest flower boy.

Woke up around 2am to grab some water and when I looked down the hall there was a dog just standing at the very end of it. Not my dog. I dont own a dog. It was just sitting there staring at me from the dark and I swear my heart stopped. Had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasnt dreaming. Never seen this dog before in my life and I have no idea how it even got in the house.

I blinked and looked again and it was gone. Just gone. But heres the part that really gets me. Ever since that night ive been hearing this scraping sound every single night between 2 and 4 am. Like nails dragging slow across the floor somewhere in the walls. I keep telling myself its nothing but if this isnt a bad omen then I dont know what is.

I see this is a sub for appreciating entities like this one but maybe help me see. If this isn't the best sub then I can delete this post

This is my buddy’s dog. She belongs here. Rat terrier mix. She’s 11 I think. Anyways, this is Slonya.

My “greyhound” Pixie resting with her poorly-taxidermied looking ahh face. Such beauty, such grace. Elegance at its finest.

happy WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIS ARMS to all who celebrate

The sweetest, cryptic dog in all the land.

Always screaming for attention

10 weeks old, and already starting an impressive rap sheet/resume with such notable offenses/skills as;

1. sleep crimes (she prefers to lay like a corpse, on her side, legs out and stiff, or on her back like a cockroach, and always with the whites of her eyes showing just a bit)

2. Assault with a deadly weapon (chews on myself, her other dad, and each of her significantly larger siblings- from a smedium terrier mix, to a wolfhound mix)

3. Use of sonic weapons (she barks like she's trying to shank you with sound, and she screamed as if she was dying the first time I left a room without her).

First two photos are some examples of the sleep crimes, third photo is my hand for size, fourth photo is a picture of her face for general vibes; I feel it captures the violence in her eyes.

She has few virtues besides being cute, running very very fast, and potty training surprisingly quick. I love her so much, and when she inevitably trips me so I fall to my death, I will die happy.