RM Photo Album - The First One to Ever Exist Ever

[Self]

His ears were not cut either. They just have very good posture.

[epilogue]

I need to adopt a dog.

[doug rr]

what a good looking dog..his ears are like andrew siciliano

[Self]

haha...when he sits on my lap he looks like if andrew siciliano had a special fit batman mask

[Whitey McTeeth]

Peanuts ears also aren’t cut! She looks glorious in the wind.

[Self]

of course she does, whitey

[Whitey McTeeth]

Peanut long dogging it.

[E.H. Ruddock]

He looks like a Steven!

[bthunders]

I don’t know how to post pictures on this thing. I’m technologically handicap. But this Peanut fellow is handsome

[Whitey McTeeth]

She’s a girl, but we thank you!

[Norah]

to be fair we have no idea how our dogs identify

[Whitey McTeeth]

to be fair we have no idea how our dogs identify

This asshole’s right!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Whitey McTeeth]

What if he’s just trying to jump over the other dog?

[Strat]

Sharing with my RM peeps. Everyone needs a cheesy engagement photo. I did it. Finally found my person. I love this photo because it captures us in a moment of pure joy. Took me awhile, but i got there.



Perfect night. No shame.

[Jorge]

Very cute. Congratulations

[Norah]

congrats strat

[Ms Harmless]

Congrats Strat!

[E.H. Ruddock]

Man strat is really riding this engagement wave as long as he can

[Strat]

Man strat is really riding this engagement wave as long as he can

Just until i screw it up obviously!

I kid!