Today I was late for work. My sister came over early to wash clothes in preparation for her trip which starts tomorrow and he washer gave out. Isn’t that always how it is? We spent some time catching up and then I got desperately behind and had to fly around like a mad woman to get ready. We banged into one another about fifty times.
Imagine a grassy obstacle course with a set of white bars that dogs are supposed to jump over, because apparently this is something we do. Like, it’s not enough that dogs have to deal with the fact that they’re not cats and therefore have to actually give a fuck about things. OMG BELOVED MASTER YOU WERE GONE FOR FIIIIIIVE MINUUUUUTES I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER COME BACK. And your cat’s like, I hope you brought food, peon. No, we’re going to make them run around and over and through completely random obstacles for our approval, because existential anxiety is the fate of the dog.
But this corgi? This corgi is different. This photo has been taken at just the right split-second moment: right as this corgi sails over the bars, all four stumpy little legs in the air, he raises his right paw to the viewer, looks you in the eye, and winks. Like, the only reason he is not giving you finger guns right now is that he does not have fingers.
Macro text, classic white-with-black-outline Impact font: “sup.” And so I challenge you, in this new year, to make like this corgi and, with smooth joy, not give a fuck.
From tumblr, actually from my sister who sent me the link to tumblr. I am such a sucker for corgis.