Those dogs are mine. If I want to take a few days off from the dog park then I can. And if I want to be with my family for a few hours then I can be. Those are my dogs. I love them. They are my life. I’ve raised them. I pay for their food. I take them to the vet. I’m the one who pays for the meds when they’re sick. And I’m the one who cleans up after them. I need to be able to live my life too.
“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”—Unknown (via bl-ossomed)