Curly.

My dog is 13 years old. He’s blind in one eye, he has arthritis, he can’t hear very well, he slips on everything, he pukes. A lot. He’s starting to pee everywhere, and albeit, he smells. His once dark brown fur is now dull. 

But I still love him because he sits next to me when I’m working on schoolwork, he still climbs the flight of stairs and jumps on my bed to sleep with me in the mornings, he wags his tails with you talk to him. He might not do tricks, but he’s a friend. 

I’m going to be very sad when age gets the better of my little dog. 

I had a dream where I was nerd dancing with Gerard Way.

It was the best dream. Ever.