#DANGERFORCE season 1 episodes are now on #NETFLIX! @netflix @henrydangerforce
Happy #internationaldaughtersday to The Sweetness. ❤️
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Happy anniversary to my badass bride @lizstewartbarnes . A few days ago we were at a concert and she told me she’d never be able to rock as hard as the person on stage. But she rocks even harder, every day, in more ways than I can count. She’s a beautiful, kind, hilarious, brave, sexy, righteous killing machine, and I’m really glad we got married. ❤️
The coolest. The sweetest. The most loving creature I’ve ever known. I wasn’t ready for this. He was a lover always, but we never gave him enough credit for how much of a fighter he was, braving illness and remaining exceptionally handsome and thoroughly good natured the entire time. He was so tough. It was for this reason that I never imagined we’d be without him. Silly as it sounds, I always thought he would be with us. Because I never allowed myself to imagine life without him. But on June 30th, that time came, and we had to accept that that day would be our last of everything with him. Betty was strong. I was not. I am so grateful to her for fighting through her immeasurable sadness to end his pain, when all I wanted to do was hold on longer. But that would have been inhumane, and after all he’s done for us, we had to give him that one last gift and say goodbye. But how could we ever really say goodbye to this perfect little man, when he carried our hearts around with him for almost 17 years? It is an impossible task, and one that we may never fully be able to do. He was a big sister to Ripley, a protector for Weasel, a brother for Einstein, and for us, our little boy, our first born. Fonze, Fonzayy, Señor Sticky, The Mane Man, The Tuna Man with the Tuna plan, the glue to our family. As the days go by, I will remember your perfect snaggles, your bushy mane, your furry chops, your wise armpits, your feather duster tail, and your manipulative purr, which is and always will be my favorite sound. You were naughty and mischievous, you befriended possums and tamed the savage Weasel, you outsmarted fences and coyotes and made your mommy climb a tree to get you. I will miss sharing pizza and veggie nuggets with you, rubbing your belly, and just letting time stop as we cuddled on the bed. You always greeted me when I came home from work. Every time. And I wish more than anything that I’d spent a little more time with you. Because now that you’re not here, nothing else I was ever doing seemed important. There is never enough time.
I love you, Fonzie. I am so grateful for what you gave us. I will remember what you taught us. And I will see you again. 🐾❤️
The coolest. The sweetest. The most loving creature I’ve ever known. I wasn’t ready for this. He was a lover always, but we never gave him enough credit for how much of a fighter he was, braving illness and remaining exceptionally handsome and thoroughly good natured the entire time. He was so tough. It was for this reason that I never imagined we’d be without him. Silly as it sounds, I always thought he would be with us. Because I never allowed myself to imagine life without him. But on June 30th, that time came, and we had to accept that that day would be our last of everything with him. Betty was strong. I was not. I am so grateful to her for fighting through her immeasurable sadness to end his pain, when all I wanted to do was hold on longer. But that would have been inhumane, and after all he’s done for us, we had to give him that one last gift and say goodbye. But how could we ever really say goodbye to this perfect little man, when he carried our hearts around with him for almost 17 years? It is an impossible task, and one that we may never fully be able to do. He was a big sister to Ripley, a protector for Weasel, a brother for Einstein, and for us, our little boy, our first born. Fonze, Fonzayy, Señor Sticky, The Mane Man, The Tuna Man with the Tuna plan, the glue to our family. As the days go by, I will remember your perfect snaggles, your bushy mane, your furry chops, your wise armpits, your feather duster tail, and your manipulative purr, which is and always will be my favorite sound. You were naughty and mischievous, you befriended possums and tamed the savage Weasel, you outsmarted fences and coyotes and made your mommy climb a tree to get you. I will miss sharing pizza and veggie nuggets with you, rubbing your belly, and just letting time stop as we cuddled on the bed. You always greeted me when I came home from work. Every time. And I wish more than anything that I’d spent a little more time with you. Because now that you’re not here, nothing else I was ever doing seemed important. There is never enough time.
I love you, Fonzie. I am so grateful for what you gave us. I will remember what you taught us. And I will see you again. 🐾❤️
The coolest. The sweetest. The most loving creature I’ve ever known. I wasn’t ready for this. He was a lover always, but we never gave him enough credit for how much of a fighter he was, braving illness and remaining exceptionally handsome and thoroughly good natured the entire time. He was so tough. It was for this reason that I never imagined we’d be without him. Silly as it sounds, I always thought he would be with us. Because I never allowed myself to imagine life without him. But on June 30th, that time came, and we had to accept that that day would be our last of everything with him. Betty was strong. I was not. I am so grateful to her for fighting through her immeasurable sadness to end his pain, when all I wanted to do was hold on longer. But that would have been inhumane, and after all he’s done for us, we had to give him that one last gift and say goodbye. But how could we ever really say goodbye to this perfect little man, when he carried our hearts around with him for almost 17 years? It is an impossible task, and one that we may never fully be able to do. He was a big sister to Ripley, a protector for Weasel, a brother for Einstein, and for us, our little boy, our first born. Fonze, Fonzayy, Señor Sticky, The Mane Man, The Tuna Man with the Tuna plan, the glue to our family. As the days go by, I will remember your perfect snaggles, your bushy mane, your furry chops, your wise armpits, your feather duster tail, and your manipulative purr, which is and always will be my favorite sound. You were naughty and mischievous, you befriended possums and tamed the savage Weasel, you outsmarted fences and coyotes and made your mommy climb a tree to get you. I will miss sharing pizza and veggie nuggets with you, rubbing your belly, and just letting time stop as we cuddled on the bed. You always greeted me when I came home from work. Every time. And I wish more than anything that I’d spent a little more time with you. Because now that you’re not here, nothing else I was ever doing seemed important. There is never enough time.
I love you, Fonzie. I am so grateful for what you gave us. I will remember what you taught us. And I will see you again. 🐾❤️
The coolest. The sweetest. The most loving creature I’ve ever known. I wasn’t ready for this. He was a lover always, but we never gave him enough credit for how much of a fighter he was, braving illness and remaining exceptionally handsome and thoroughly good natured the entire time. He was so tough. It was for this reason that I never imagined we’d be without him. Silly as it sounds, I always thought he would be with us. Because I never allowed myself to imagine life without him. But on June 30th, that time came, and we had to accept that that day would be our last of everything with him. Betty was strong. I was not. I am so grateful to her for fighting through her immeasurable sadness to end his pain, when all I wanted to do was hold on longer. But that would have been inhumane, and after all he’s done for us, we had to give him that one last gift and say goodbye. But how could we ever really say goodbye to this perfect little man, when he carried our hearts around with him for almost 17 years? It is an impossible task, and one that we may never fully be able to do. He was a big sister to Ripley, a protector for Weasel, a brother for Einstein, and for us, our little boy, our first born. Fonze, Fonzayy, Señor Sticky, The Mane Man, The Tuna Man with the Tuna plan, the glue to our family. As the days go by, I will remember your perfect snaggles, your bushy mane, your furry chops, your wise armpits, your feather duster tail, and your manipulative purr, which is and always will be my favorite sound. You were naughty and mischievous, you befriended possums and tamed the savage Weasel, you outsmarted fences and coyotes and made your mommy climb a tree to get you. I will miss sharing pizza and veggie nuggets with you, rubbing your belly, and just letting time stop as we cuddled on the bed. You always greeted me when I came home from work. Every time. And I wish more than anything that I’d spent a little more time with you. Because now that you’re not here, nothing else I was ever doing seemed important. There is never enough time.
I love you, Fonzie. I am so grateful for what you gave us. I will remember what you taught us. And I will see you again. 🐾❤️
The coolest. The sweetest. The most loving creature I’ve ever known. I wasn’t ready for this. He was a lover always, but we never gave him enough credit for how much of a fighter he was, braving illness and remaining exceptionally handsome and thoroughly good natured the entire time. He was so tough. It was for this reason that I never imagined we’d be without him. Silly as it sounds, I always thought he would be with us. Because I never allowed myself to imagine life without him. But on June 30th, that time came, and we had to accept that that day would be our last of everything with him. Betty was strong. I was not. I am so grateful to her for fighting through her immeasurable sadness to end his pain, when all I wanted to do was hold on longer. But that would have been inhumane, and after all he’s done for us, we had to give him that one last gift and say goodbye. But how could we ever really say goodbye to this perfect little man, when he carried our hearts around with him for almost 17 years? It is an impossible task, and one that we may never fully be able to do. He was a big sister to Ripley, a protector for Weasel, a brother for Einstein, and for us, our little boy, our first born. Fonze, Fonzayy, Señor Sticky, The Mane Man, The Tuna Man with the Tuna plan, the glue to our family. As the days go by, I will remember your perfect snaggles, your bushy mane, your furry chops, your wise armpits, your feather duster tail, and your manipulative purr, which is and always will be my favorite sound. You were naughty and mischievous, you befriended possums and tamed the savage Weasel, you outsmarted fences and coyotes and made your mommy climb a tree to get you. I will miss sharing pizza and veggie nuggets with you, rubbing your belly, and just letting time stop as we cuddled on the bed. You always greeted me when I came home from work. Every time. And I wish more than anything that I’d spent a little more time with you. Because now that you’re not here, nothing else I was ever doing seemed important. There is never enough time.
I love you, Fonzie. I am so grateful for what you gave us. I will remember what you taught us. And I will see you again. 🐾❤️
The coolest. The sweetest. The most loving creature I’ve ever known. I wasn’t ready for this. He was a lover always, but we never gave him enough credit for how much of a fighter he was, braving illness and remaining exceptionally handsome and thoroughly good natured the entire time. He was so tough. It was for this reason that I never imagined we’d be without him. Silly as it sounds, I always thought he would be with us. Because I never allowed myself to imagine life without him. But on June 30th, that time came, and we had to accept that that day would be our last of everything with him. Betty was strong. I was not. I am so grateful to her for fighting through her immeasurable sadness to end his pain, when all I wanted to do was hold on longer. But that would have been inhumane, and after all he’s done for us, we had to give him that one last gift and say goodbye. But how could we ever really say goodbye to this perfect little man, when he carried our hearts around with him for almost 17 years? It is an impossible task, and one that we may never fully be able to do. He was a big sister to Ripley, a protector for Weasel, a brother for Einstein, and for us, our little boy, our first born. Fonze, Fonzayy, Señor Sticky, The Mane Man, The Tuna Man with the Tuna plan, the glue to our family. As the days go by, I will remember your perfect snaggles, your bushy mane, your furry chops, your wise armpits, your feather duster tail, and your manipulative purr, which is and always will be my favorite sound. You were naughty and mischievous, you befriended possums and tamed the savage Weasel, you outsmarted fences and coyotes and made your mommy climb a tree to get you. I will miss sharing pizza and veggie nuggets with you, rubbing your belly, and just letting time stop as we cuddled on the bed. You always greeted me when I came home from work. Every time. And I wish more than anything that I’d spent a little more time with you. Because now that you’re not here, nothing else I was ever doing seemed important. There is never enough time.
I love you, Fonzie. I am so grateful for what you gave us. I will remember what you taught us. And I will see you again. 🐾❤️
The coolest. The sweetest. The most loving creature I’ve ever known. I wasn’t ready for this. He was a lover always, but we never gave him enough credit for how much of a fighter he was, braving illness and remaining exceptionally handsome and thoroughly good natured the entire time. He was so tough. It was for this reason that I never imagined we’d be without him. Silly as it sounds, I always thought he would be with us. Because I never allowed myself to imagine life without him. But on June 30th, that time came, and we had to accept that that day would be our last of everything with him. Betty was strong. I was not. I am so grateful to her for fighting through her immeasurable sadness to end his pain, when all I wanted to do was hold on longer. But that would have been inhumane, and after all he’s done for us, we had to give him that one last gift and say goodbye. But how could we ever really say goodbye to this perfect little man, when he carried our hearts around with him for almost 17 years? It is an impossible task, and one that we may never fully be able to do. He was a big sister to Ripley, a protector for Weasel, a brother for Einstein, and for us, our little boy, our first born. Fonze, Fonzayy, Señor Sticky, The Mane Man, The Tuna Man with the Tuna plan, the glue to our family. As the days go by, I will remember your perfect snaggles, your bushy mane, your furry chops, your wise armpits, your feather duster tail, and your manipulative purr, which is and always will be my favorite sound. You were naughty and mischievous, you befriended possums and tamed the savage Weasel, you outsmarted fences and coyotes and made your mommy climb a tree to get you. I will miss sharing pizza and veggie nuggets with you, rubbing your belly, and just letting time stop as we cuddled on the bed. You always greeted me when I came home from work. Every time. And I wish more than anything that I’d spent a little more time with you. Because now that you’re not here, nothing else I was ever doing seemed important. There is never enough time.
I love you, Fonzie. I am so grateful for what you gave us. I will remember what you taught us. And I will see you again. 🐾❤️
The coolest. The sweetest. The most loving creature I’ve ever known. I wasn’t ready for this. He was a lover always, but we never gave him enough credit for how much of a fighter he was, braving illness and remaining exceptionally handsome and thoroughly good natured the entire time. He was so tough. It was for this reason that I never imagined we’d be without him. Silly as it sounds, I always thought he would be with us. Because I never allowed myself to imagine life without him. But on June 30th, that time came, and we had to accept that that day would be our last of everything with him. Betty was strong. I was not. I am so grateful to her for fighting through her immeasurable sadness to end his pain, when all I wanted to do was hold on longer. But that would have been inhumane, and after all he’s done for us, we had to give him that one last gift and say goodbye. But how could we ever really say goodbye to this perfect little man, when he carried our hearts around with him for almost 17 years? It is an impossible task, and one that we may never fully be able to do. He was a big sister to Ripley, a protector for Weasel, a brother for Einstein, and for us, our little boy, our first born. Fonze, Fonzayy, Señor Sticky, The Mane Man, The Tuna Man with the Tuna plan, the glue to our family. As the days go by, I will remember your perfect snaggles, your bushy mane, your furry chops, your wise armpits, your feather duster tail, and your manipulative purr, which is and always will be my favorite sound. You were naughty and mischievous, you befriended possums and tamed the savage Weasel, you outsmarted fences and coyotes and made your mommy climb a tree to get you. I will miss sharing pizza and veggie nuggets with you, rubbing your belly, and just letting time stop as we cuddled on the bed. You always greeted me when I came home from work. Every time. And I wish more than anything that I’d spent a little more time with you. Because now that you’re not here, nothing else I was ever doing seemed important. There is never enough time.
I love you, Fonzie. I am so grateful for what you gave us. I will remember what you taught us. And I will see you again. 🐾❤️
The coolest. The sweetest. The most loving creature I’ve ever known. I wasn’t ready for this. He was a lover always, but we never gave him enough credit for how much of a fighter he was, braving illness and remaining exceptionally handsome and thoroughly good natured the entire time. He was so tough. It was for this reason that I never imagined we’d be without him. Silly as it sounds, I always thought he would be with us. Because I never allowed myself to imagine life without him. But on June 30th, that time came, and we had to accept that that day would be our last of everything with him. Betty was strong. I was not. I am so grateful to her for fighting through her immeasurable sadness to end his pain, when all I wanted to do was hold on longer. But that would have been inhumane, and after all he’s done for us, we had to give him that one last gift and say goodbye. But how could we ever really say goodbye to this perfect little man, when he carried our hearts around with him for almost 17 years? It is an impossible task, and one that we may never fully be able to do. He was a big sister to Ripley, a protector for Weasel, a brother for Einstein, and for us, our little boy, our first born. Fonze, Fonzayy, Señor Sticky, The Mane Man, The Tuna Man with the Tuna plan, the glue to our family. As the days go by, I will remember your perfect snaggles, your bushy mane, your furry chops, your wise armpits, your feather duster tail, and your manipulative purr, which is and always will be my favorite sound. You were naughty and mischievous, you befriended possums and tamed the savage Weasel, you outsmarted fences and coyotes and made your mommy climb a tree to get you. I will miss sharing pizza and veggie nuggets with you, rubbing your belly, and just letting time stop as we cuddled on the bed. You always greeted me when I came home from work. Every time. And I wish more than anything that I’d spent a little more time with you. Because now that you’re not here, nothing else I was ever doing seemed important. There is never enough time.
I love you, Fonzie. I am so grateful for what you gave us. I will remember what you taught us. And I will see you again. 🐾❤️
I don’t control the mustache. The mustache controls me.
Photo by @beepsmith
This is long overdue, but the winner of the #UncleHambone challenge is @thedangerverse with their image of me alongside the cast of the 70’s sci-fi show “Ark II.” It just made me laugh because it looks like he belongs there. Also, an honorable mention to @captainlinneke for the Hambone/Vader shot, which also cracked me up. Thank you to ALL who participated- lots of legitimately hamboney entires came in and I apologize for the delay in getting this done. Congratulations @thedangerverse! Your prize will be in the mail shortly!
This is long overdue, but the winner of the #UncleHambone challenge is @thedangerverse with their image of me alongside the cast of the 70’s sci-fi show “Ark II.” It just made me laugh because it looks like he belongs there. Also, an honorable mention to @captainlinneke for the Hambone/Vader shot, which also cracked me up. Thank you to ALL who participated- lots of legitimately hamboney entires came in and I apologize for the delay in getting this done. Congratulations @thedangerverse! Your prize will be in the mail shortly!
Animals are better than us.
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(Repost from @peace_4animals )
