Adam Rawnsley

Pathfinder

Can it be baseball now

Went digging and dug this up: the two of us a minute after signing his adoption paperwork

🫡

*loves

*loves

He loved you back

Wanted one since I was a kid but nope, never had one until him

Bruce’s face while I made his Gotcha Day steak

Four years later, we’re celebrating the way he deserves. He’s my best friend, my wife’s loyal guardian and pillow, and a play buddy for his big sister, Saska. He doesn’t make my life easier; he makes it better. Happy Gotcha Day, buddy.

Took him home the next night. Opened the door to my apartment and sat down on the couch. I can’t stress enough how much I had no idea what I was doing. Still don’t. He jumped up on my lap, farted and fell asleep.

Took him back. Filled out an application and snapped this pic in case it was the last time I saw him. I rounded the corner walking home and three minutes later they called me and said I was approved, I could take him home tomorrow. They were rooting for me

I was crushed. I snuck him into my apartment to see if he liked it and if he’d do ok. He seemed excited and curious. I decided to put in an application just in case.

Almost every night after I met him I took him for a walk. Didn’t know how it worked. I’d never had a dog before so I just kept walking him. One night the clerk told me they’d tee Bruce up for me but they wanted to let me know he had a meeting with a pre approved adopter in a few days

I wasn’t able to properly celebrate Bruce’s Gotcha Day on the anniversary Wednesday so we decided to celebrate tonight. February 25, 2022 I went to the rescue to pick up Bruce he’d jumped up on my lap during a walk with a volunteer a week prior.

Adventure pups

50lbs of the most affectionate furry neurosis you ever did see

Gonna stay under the fishbreath weighted blanket tonight

I just tried to put a thumbs up emoji on an email from my wife only to realize that’s not a thing you can do. But it is a refreshing snapshot of how much Ive managed to avoid email.

I used to be a mild pugilist on social media and it was fun after a fashion. But now my posts are all about my dogs, the food I’m making, and embracing my inner suburbs dad. Being lame is great. I’ve never been happier.

Group of local teens knocked on our door and offered to shovel us out today. Paid them gladly, they did a great job and were super wholesome and nice. I love my neighborhood.

I tell my wife “he looks like someone threw a pile of dog legs fresh out of the dryer on the couch”

Saska: sleeps like a Jane Austen character yearning in her sleep

Bruce: move over

As snows go, this one hasn’t been so bad. It’s notable for the higher volume of snow delivered but
• Temps are warmer and will get warmer soon so lasting power is less
• No ice this time. Last time we got about a 2” thick sheet of ice coming down after the snow, messing up roads and walkways

Huffing my gym hoodie for comfort fumes like Dennis Hopper in Blue Velvet

We got a wee bit