Pat 1941 also @pat1941.bsky.social

💝Don't Breed Or Buy While Homeless Pets Die Adopt From A Shelter Or Rescue Group💝

This website has become useless....

@earthcurated “bring back old Twitter”

Quick question for the timeline: What’s one small change X could make tomorrow that would instantly improve your experience? (No “bring back old Twitter” answers we all know that one) I’ll start: better list management. What’s yours? 👇

The side parking move by BYD cars

Fish and Rings tartar sauce or ketchup?

@RetroHighway ketchup

normalize not bringing up a similar story about yourself when someone is telling you something about themselves, just listen

"Filmed yesterday morning at Pine Ridge Shelter. The intake desk was busy - people talking, pens clicking, doors opening and closing. The dog was trying so hard to be brave, tail wagging, eyes wide, watching every hand move like a test. Then a staff member said one sentence: "Just sign at the bottom there." The dog froze like his body knew that phrase. His tail stopped mid-wag. He slid under the chair and pressed into the man's shoe, trying to disappear. The man signing the papers stared at the dog for a second, then dropped to his knees, crying right there on the tile. He whispered: "No, it's okay. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." Some American shelter dogs aren't difficult. They're just exhausted from goodbyes.

"My son Ryan was 24. He came home from Afghanistan in a flag-draped coffin on a Tuesday. Max was his dog. Ryan trained him from a puppy. They were inseparable for four years. We couldn't tell Max. I don't know how you tell a dog. I don't know if you can. All I know is that Max lay against Ryan's bedroom door every single night for eleven days. Not inside the room. Against the door. Like he was keeping it for him. Like he was making sure nobody closed it all the way." On the twelfth day I sat down on the hallway floor beside him. I don't know why the twelfth day. I had walked past him eleven times. The twelfth time my legs just stopped. I sat down on the floor and I put my hand on his back and I said Ryan's name out loud for the first time since the men in dress uniforms came to my door. Max lifted his head. He looked at me. He put his head in my lap. We sat there on the hallway floor for a long time. Neither of us went into the room. Neither of us was ready. Maybe neither of us will ever be ready. That's okay. The door is still not closed all the way. Some people you just keep a place for. Ryan. Max is still at your door. He's going to be at your door. We both are. Drop a ❤️ for Ryan. Share this for every Gold Star family tonight. You are not carrying this alone.

The man who accidentally left his front door open when he left home got the shock of his life when he returned. The cat he had previously adopted from the streets had brought every cat in the neighborhood into the house. Every corner of the house was overflowing with cats 😂

A simple exercise that promises to give relief from sciatica and varicose veins.

@wrzl I do that on a daily basis..

It’s time to boycott billionaires‼️

🆘🆘🆘 Cupid needs rescue & Foster. He’s only a year old & just needs some training. Deadline 7/15/26. MCACC Arizona. #Phoenix #Scottsdale #Tempe #Mesa

Good morning peeps here's your coffee quote 🐾☕️

Tips to avoid the parasite going around: replace all your fresh produce with donuts because they would never.

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Instagram asked me if I was OK the other day and then took away my DM’s for three days! 🤣🤣🤣

I don't care, you can judge me. But I do not recall having this many mentally incapable, emotionally weak, medically handicapped people in our society to the point that a basic midcore American makeup store has to make a special hour for the fucked! The fuck is online shopping?