jennifer lopez 🌵

@BridgetPhetasy Listening to them discuss the logistics of the photography was incredible!

It is absolutely crazy that I’m on a walk, on Earth, listening to this.

@realsashastone I am so sorry. 💔

I'm not sure I've ever gone through anything quite this painful before now that my dear sweet puppy is dying. It is grief I have never known. It feels like standing at the top of a deep dark well as I wait out the last moments.

“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Every day, I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.” — Søren Kierkegaard

@SnowBlackLamont Richland Springs

“… but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope,” Romans 5:3-4 ESV

@ChrisMurphyCT x.com/triciaohio/sta…

This is out of hand. These agents are there to cause trouble and violence, not to keep people safe. These are the scenes that play out in war torn, destitute countries - not America.

I have no words. I don't understand how to live in a world where someone would take a father away from his young children for having a different opinion.

@AdrianneCurry 🙋‍♀️

I am a woman....and I love listening to Joe Rogan. Is his audience truly mostly male? Where are my lady rogan listeners?

Y'all see my pets all the time! Please post YOUR sweet fur babies below!

Anger properly denotes a certain passion, but a passion is good only to the extent that it is regulated by reason. If it excludes the order of reason, it is evil (ST 2-2.158.2).

SUPER BOWL CHAMPIONS! THIS ONE’S FOR YOU PHILLY!

@PHLEaglesNation 🙋‍♀️

🚨🔥“Every dollar the government spends comes out of your pockets. Every dollar the government gives to someone has to first be taken away from someone else.”

@aubreystrobel My daughter and I met Bear in Stone Harbor! 2020, maybe? We were walking our sweet labradoodle, Lucy, (who just passed away at 14 in December) and my daughter recognized the street in the Tik Tok video! We fly from Phoenix to the shore every summer. Stone Harbor was Lucy's ❤️

I’m just going to keep posting photos and videos of her on this thread because it make me happy. This is when we took her to see the ocean for the first time.

I brought Bear home my senior year of high school without asking permission from my parents. They weren’t thrilled, but somehow I convinced them to keep her. For the last 14 years, Bear became the heart of our family. She herded us, kept us close, and loved us unconditionally. She brought us together and filled our lives with joy, laughter, and love. Today, we had to say goodbye to her. She was an angel, and I’m so thankful God lent her to us for the time He did. She was the best, most perfect girl. Our hearts are broken, but I find comfort in the hope that we will see each other again one day—running together through big grassy fields, her spirit as vibrant as ever. Job well done down here on earth, Bear. Until we see each other again, I will always love you.

@AdamSchefter Just lost our 14 year old Doodle, Lucy, on December 16. 💔 We miss her more than words can say.

Part II Back in August, I met up with a group of friends in Pittsburgh to attend a Bruce Springsteen concert. Bruce talked about losing his friend Clarence Clemons and said something that made me think of both Mort and Benny. That night in Pittsburgh, Bruce told the crowd, “Grief is the price we pay for having loved so well.” And today we are paying the price.   We loved Benny so much. He slept in our room every night, greeted us when we got home every day, loved taking walks, eating turkey tendons, going for a quick swim in the pool, and giving anyone who got too close to him his patented sideye. On a regular basis, we’d be in our front or backyard, see bushes moving, wonder what was in there, and Benny would emerge. He loved being in, and coming out of, the bushes. We called it in “Benny in the Bush.” Hopefully Benny is playing with the two other dogs we’ve put down, Riley about 16 years ago and Maggie on the Friday the pandemic began in 2020. We have four more – Ella, Bailey, Apple and Brady – to keep us company, but it is not the same; it never will be.   Life gives us highs and lows. One year ago today, Jan. 8, I took both my children to Houston where we watched Michigan win a national championship and felt as happy as we could be. One year later, on Jan. 8, we woke up and were gutted to have Benny leave us. As I took Benny on a final car ride this morning to the vet to get his paw prints and ashes, the first song that came on the radio was Natalie Cole and Nat King Cole singing, “Unforgettable.”  And that’s what he was to us.   When Kirk Herbstreit lost his dog just over two months ago, a golden retriever also named Ben, he said, “Dogs only flaw is that they don’t live long enough.” And that is so true. But it also is true that Benny will live inside us forever.   We loved him and already miss him terribly. Rest easy, Benny.

Part 1: This was a day we knew was coming since last February, and yet there still is an overwhelming sense of sadness.   We had planned to put down our beloved Benny, who was our baby for over 15 years. He had liver cancer that had spread, he could barely stand anymore, and he stopped eating. We scheduled a vet to come to our house at 11 am today, and spent all of Monday and Tuesday crying over, and with, Benny.   And then, when we woke this morning for the day we dreaded, Benny was gone. He died in his sleep. We are in shock.   Our life revolves around our family, our dogs and, for better or worse, my work. But unlike our family or my work, dogs never give us any aggravation -- only love and loyalty. Benny was one of our five labradoodles; but he truly was one of one. He wasn’t a good boy; he was the best boy -- and we told that to him regularly.   Benny never bit anyone, never attacked one of our other dogs when they attacked him, he was such a gentle boy. One time when he was a puppy, he did jump out of out of the window of a moving car to chase after a pitbull before my wife had to pull over and chase him down. But aside from that, Benny gave us zero problems -- except for his health.   Roughly seven or so years ago, when he first was diagnosed with cancer, doctors removed one of his kidneys. Then last February, as he was running up our backyard steps into our house, he missed a step, hit his leg and could barely walk. Doctors discovered that, not only did Benny tear his ACL, but he also had liver cancer and other masses that had spread to his lungs. On Feb. 23, 2024, his doctor told us Bennyhad two to three months to live. My wife and I were devastated.   I remember the next week calling my dear friend Chris Mortensen because he was one of the only close friends I had who understood what it was like to love and lose animals. I cried to Mort, and listened to him talk about how much our pets mean to us. He did his best to pick me up, and he did briefly -- until I got a call a few days later that we lost Mort, too. My last conversation with Mort was all about Benny; now both are gone.   From the moment we were told that Benny had two to three months to live, I counted each time we passed the 23rd day of a month as another win for Benny. He stacked up wins when they weren’t expected, in July and August and September, until he got to another winter he wasn’t supposed to. There’s a video we posted on our dogs’ Instagram account from Sept. 29, when Benny jumped up and took away our daugther’s pizza, refusing to give it up. His energy and fight for someone fighting such an insidious disease was so impressive. But his decline from that day on, when cancer ravaged his body, was fierce.   Cont’d….

God is great, dogs are good, and people are crazy.

@SaraGonzalesTX @TJMoe28 Agree!!! 💯

@TJMoe28 As a woman, let me just confirm you are 100% correct.

This tweet upset some folks, so let me clarify: No one wants to listen to 3 women talk football. Men are better at it— it’s like asking cats to bark. I issue no apology and no retracts. Most people agree with me, they’re just afraid to say it. Carry on with your outrage.

Just raw perfection from C. S. Lewis