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weirdos night owls. Not for the faint of heart, weak of stomach, or low of humor. Enjoy!
This Pomeranian is really going through it. I’m not fluent in Dog-speak, but it seems pretty obvious that he is lamenting over the endless chain of catastrophes that is waking life; the fragility of self; his intimate relationship with alienation; the unending struggle of the petite bourgeoisie; a miserable existence in an indifferent universe.
That, or it’s close to dinnertime and he’s just a wee bit peckish.
Mad dramatic though, right??