I used to have a dog but if I kept her I would have been evicted so now she lives on an acreage in another town. Saying goodbye to her was so so sooo hard, though. And she's still alive, so I can't even imagine how you must be feeling.
His name was Will. I disliked the name, but he came with it. So we were kind of stuck with it. I would always call him Willy though because I thought it was cuter.
This is him. Sorry for the Instagram filter, but I don't have the original picture anymore. 
It sucks
just gotta read through some science notes for the test tomorrow...
Are you surprised that boys fancy him, or are you lumping him in with the thirsty ones?
