Someone commented today that it was disgusting that people let their dog sleep on their bed. I am more than ok with being disgusting.
Because honestly? This right here is my peace.
My calm after the chaos.
My soft place to land when the world feels too loud.
After a long day, nothing resets my heart like this big, warm, gentle soul stretched out beside me. He’s not “just a dog.” He’s the one who follows me from room to room, the one who senses my stress before I even say a word, the one whose love never wavers — not for a second.
So if someone wants to call it “gross” that he hogs my blankets or snores in my ear… that’s their problem.
To me, this is comfort.
This is connection.
This is home.
And the truth?
If being “disgusting” means I get moments like this…
I’ll choose disgusting every single time.
This is Buddy. He came from a rough past and still gets a bit anxious sometimes. But a gentle hug and some reassuring words from his new dad calm him right down. Healing together, one cuddle at a time. Pls don’t scroll with leaving him a big ❤
“Yesterday, we went to the shelter to meet the husky boy we had planned to adopt.
But life had a different plan.
In a quiet kennel, behind the glass, sat a pit bull—large and solid, blue-gray in color, a white patch on his chest, a red collar around his neck. His posture was the saddest I’ve ever seen.
People often label pit bulls as aggressive or dangerous, but in truth they’re deeply loyal, sensitive, and full of love for humans.
He showed none of that here.
He sat with his back against the wall, head lowered, eyes heavy—like a dog who had been misunderstood and overlooked for so long that he no longer knew how to hope.
No pacing.
No barking.
Just silence.
A blue-gray pit bull judged long before anyone took the time to know him.
The volunteer spoke softly.
“He’s been here a while. He’s incredibly sweet and gentle. But people pass him by because he’s a pit bull. In the kennel, he just shuts down.”
That was all it took.
That quiet resilience.
That misunderstood strength.
He wasn’t broken—he was tired.
I looked at my partner.
They looked at me.
No discussion needed.
Some decisions don’t come from logic—they come from the heart recognizing an injustice.
“We’ll take him,” I said.
The ride home was silent.
No excitement.
No wagging tail.
He curled up in the back seat, his blue-gray body tucked tight, flinching at every sound.
But every now and then, he lifted his head and let the sunlight fall across his face—like he was reminding himself that warmth and safety still exist.
That night, in his new home—his forever home—he chose a corner of the room and fell into a deep sleep.
The kind of sleep that only comes when a body finally believes it’s safe.
One blue-gray pit bull.
One misunderstood soul.
And a lifetime of love just beginning.
Welcome home, brave boy.
You’re safe now.
You’re wanted.
And you will never be alone again.
Give a rescue dog the chance they deserve—adopt and change a life today."
Credit : Thomas Harnois
I had a way bigger dog than her. She clearly can't walk the dog. Yes these are strong dogs and God forbid the dog would have attacked the other dog then what?
If I have a man and he's working seven days a week. My mans I got u. He's gonna have a nice hot meal. A bath ready for him. Sheesh I'll even give him a nice massage , so he cut go to bed feeling good.
I can say he's the most patient of ever. A dude would of hit a female the minute she swung. She shouldn't be hitting him likes he's her personal punching bag.