Pupppyyyyyy atttaackkk.
Orwell on his second hike. He met a horse. He also picked a fight with a horse.
Orwell went for his first hike today. He’s still terribad at taking pictures.
Help me. There’s a gremlin under my bed. Make it go away.
Orwell seems to understand he’s not going back to the pound. He doesn’t stop moving now.
This is minutes before he destroyed his new toy and threw a tantrum by going through the trash.
He terrifies me.
Orwell. He’s plotting something.
So. This happened. Look at this asshole.
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