We went to a doggy street fair thing at the park today and then let the boys run around at the dog park for a few and now I've got two passed out dogs and a passed out boyfriend on my hands

We decided to walk because we knew parking would be a disaster but all in all it was definitely too much walking for boyfriend's knee. We probably should have drove.

So ice and meds when we got home and now he's asleep in my lap

but I should probably get up and make dinner soon

dead

wow cruel

very abuse

I know we torture him

update: sprawled across the back of the couch