If you don’t follow me on insta, you might have missed the little gem I posted earlier this week.

Pup and I were playing on the floor. I would lunge at him and he would lunge at me. A few chases around the couch and some belly rubs later I decided to slam my hands on the ground in front of him to start the lunging game all over again. Pup remembered he’s part horse and reared back…playing whack-a-mole with my face. He knew he hurt me and ran to his bed with the saddest face. It’s my fault, honestly, he was just playing…

Ignore my crusty, just from a massage rootage.

Life with boys…it gets rough around here. Wouldn’t have it any other way!


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