When I heard about Senator Graham’s death last night, the first thing I thought about was not all the things he said and did in service of Donald Trump. I thought of the time before Donald Trump when he was a brother to Senator John McCain.
A time when senators from different parties could fight about politics and still be friends. A time when a conservative Republican from South Carolina could say of my father: “If you can’t admire Joe Biden as a person, you’ve got a problem. He’s the nicest person I’ve ever met in politics. As good a man as God ever created.”
That is the Senator Graham I will remember today. Not because I have forgotten what came after. Because in that memory there is hope. Hope for a country where brothers can fight like hell over policy and still share a meal, and a laugh, and the loss of the people they love.
I will choose to remember the time before Trump. Because I believe in an America after Trump.
While I’m away dropping off dogs and visiting our mobile teams the team @wearehappydoggo are helping Tofu through his final journey.
I had no idea they were doing this. Was emotional seeing it myself. A very good boy
The guy in front of me at REI asked if the tent came in living room size.
Employee: For camping?
Guy: For a dog.
Employee: (pause) A camping dog?
Guy: An emotionally complicated dog.
I was there buying wool socks and immediately stopped pretending not to listen.
The employee pulled down two boxes and started giving him the usual pitch about weather resistance and pack weight.
Guy: I don't care if it survives a mountain. I care if it survives my apartment during thunderstorms.
That got my attention.
He was maybe early forties, still in work clothes, holding a chewed-up leash like evidence.
Guy: I adopted this dog in March. Sweetest animal I've ever met until it rains. Then he tries to crawl under the bathtub.
Employee: Have you tried a crate?
Guy: He bent the crate door.
Me: Big dog?
Guy: Eighty pounds of panic.
He showed us a picture. Huge black mutt with one ear up and one ear doing whatever it wanted.
Me: Yeah, that's not fitting under a chair fort.
Guy: I made him three of those. He destroyed two and cried in the third.
Employee: Vet say anything?
Guy: Build him a den. Small enclosed space. Sit with him. Make it feel normal.
He looked around the store.
Guy: So now I'm here, apparently buying my dog a nicer shelter than I've ever owned.
We ended up helping him pick a pop-up tent because the employee said if thunder started, he didn't want to be fighting poles and instructions while a dog was having an existential crisis.
Guy: Important question. Can a grown man fit in there with one unreasonable dog?
Employee: If you like each other, yes.
Guy: He likes me. I don't know if he respects me.
At checkout the cashier asked if he needed stakes.
Guy: Unless my living room gets windy, I think we're good.
I went back a week later because I forgot the socks.
Same employee saw me and grinned.
Employee: Tent dog guy came back.
Me: No way.
Employee: Brought a picture.
He showed me his phone.
The dog was dead asleep inside the tent on a pile of couch cushions, stretched out like he paid rent. The guy was half in, half out, folded at the waist with a paperback in one hand.
Employee: He said the storm lasted two hours. Dog didn't shake once.
Me: What about him?
Employee: He said his back may never recover but it was the best night's sleep the dog had since he brought him home.
Honestly, fair trade.
@gauravsabnis All I see in this story is People are organizing to exploit the poor and wanted to spend their money to hire expensive lawyers to continue paying less to the poor but wouldn't pay good/fair money to the poor workers helping in making things easy for these people in evryday life🤬
I will change many lives this week
I’m restarting the $100 to $10,000 challenge.
I want everyone to have a fair shot at this.
Last time it took me about 5 days, will try to do it faster this time.
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"My husband stands 6'4", rides a Harley, and has tattoos covering most of his arms. At first glance, he can look pretty intimidating. Our dog, Bruno, a 100-pound German Shepherd, gives off the same impression. But Bruno has one very unexpected fear: shiny floors. Highly polished surfaces terrify him. To him, smooth linoleum looks like ice—or maybe a hole he might slip into and disappear. Today we took him to a veterinary clinic that had just been renovated. The floors were spotless and gleaming. The moment Bruno’s paw touched the tile at the entrance, panic set in. His legs shot outward, elbows stiffened, and he froze in place, trembling like he had stepped onto something dangerous. My big, tough husband didn’t pull on the leash or try to force him forward. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh, bent down, and lifted all 100 pounds of shepherd into his arms. He carried Bruno across the waiting room like a giant, frightened puppy. Bruno pressed his huge head against my husband’s neck, hiding his eyes from the terrifying shiny floor below. People sitting in the waiting area started laughing. My husband glanced at them and simply said, “He guards my house at night. Carrying him past a scary floor is the least I can do for him.” If you want to see Bruno now — the brave shepherd who still avoids shiny floors but never leaves his dad’s side — the way he curls up at home and watches over our family, comment “Bruno.” I would love to show you his update
@NS_Neelotpal@Basedgoymemes The price was "agreed on before the job was assigned" so there is no concept here of "unfair pricing". The contractor should put "builders lien" and put it on this guys credit report. contractor got work done faster and instead of praising the efficiency he pulls this stunt?
@JaredGoerke I hv been placing one cotton ball in each ear and then covering the ears with soft stretchy cloth head band so he dsnt jerk his head and remove cotton balls n putting relaxing music on boombox n a fan, next to his bed when fireworks start. He 💤peacefully, absolutely all evening.
Meet Vivek Sharma, a https://t.co/YSvOF5fxhn Computer Science gold medalist from IIT Bombay, who left a $240,000-a-year (₹2.9 crore) US job to run a small grocery store beneath his house and take care of his parents by staying close to them.
Coming from a simple lower-middle-class family in Kanpur, he worked incredibly hard to achieve his dreams. His father was a railway clerk, and his mother gave tuition classes to support the family.
Like many Indian parents, they sacrificed everything for their son's education. Their savings were used, jewellery was sold, and every rupee was carefully managed so that Vivek could study in Kota and later get into IIT Bombay.
Years later, all those sacrifices seemed worth it.
In his final year, Mr. Sharma received a dream job offer from a San Francisco-based startup with a package worth nearly $240,000 per year. Visa sponsorship, relocation, a global career.....
everything was ready.
Right before joining the US job, tragedy struck. His father suffered a heart attack, and his mother was diagnosed with cancer.
He chose to sacrifice his career.
Now, he runs a grocery store. He also teaches coding to underprivileged children. Vivek says, "My parents are my biggest company."