From my DMs:
“hello, my female husky got out around 5pm yesterday November 19th, by 22nd and Wilmot, blue eyes, pink collar, a little over a year old, and a bit skittish. We still haven’t found her, if you could post her I would really appreciate it, thank you!”
BREAKING: Donald Trump suffers a humiliating defeat as a federal judge orders his campaign to stop playing the song "Hold On, I’m Coming" after the estate of music legend Isaac Hayes filed a massive lawsuit.
And it gets even better...
"I do order Trump and his campaign to not use the song without proper license," said Judge Thomas Thrash Jr.
The Hayes estate had filed an emergency injunction stating that Trump continued using the song in question despite not having "obtained a valid public performance license."
Trump's attorney Ronald Coleman absurdly claimed that the "campaign has no interest in annoying or hurting anyone," an absurd statement from a campaign built entirely on hatred and cruelty.
"We are very grateful and happy for the decision by Judge Thrash,” said the late singer's son Isaac Hayes III said. "I want this to serve as an opportunity for other artists to come forward that don’t want their music used by Donald Trump or other political entities."
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Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:
Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith.
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letterbox at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page were the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank you."