His eyes were a striking blue, like blue Gatorade, and his cheeks were flushed, like red Gatorade. His demeanor was mysterious, yet refreshing, like yellow Gatorade. And his shirt was the hue of orange Gatorade
People say things like “he doesn’t have a job” or “he’s got no responsibilities” about their pet…. Imagine having the constantly secure the perimeter. Having to listen for predators constantly (unless you’re napping). Having the lives of your owners rest on your shoulders…
i hate hate hate when adults talk to their kids about their financial situation. there is truly no worse feeling than being 13 and scared ur gonna lose the house cus ur parents cant pay the bills. that is so much for a child to handle