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Yesterday our little Pen moved on from this life to her next. I’m so happy to have had the goofiest, smartest, and most loyal dog in the world. (And honestly, sometimes, the meanest. BOY did that dog know how to protect her humans). That sassy little scoundrel and I put in so many hours adventuring, cuddling, rough housing and brewery hopping. To say I’m sad she has left us is an understatement. For 15 years, she has been one of the best friends I’ve ever had. I’ll miss you every day, Penny. Hope you get all the flamin’ hot cheetos you can manage in pup heaven. Give your animals an extra belly scratch today.

Yesterday our little Pen moved on from this life to her next. I’m so happy to have had the goofiest, smartest, and most loyal dog in the world. (And honestly, sometimes, the meanest. BOY did that dog know how to protect her humans). That sassy little scoundrel and I put in so many hours adventuring, cuddling, rough housing and brewery hopping. To say I’m sad she has left us is an understatement. For 15 years, she has been one of the best friends I’ve ever had. I’ll miss you every day, Penny. Hope you get all the flamin’ hot cheetos you can manage in pup heaven. Give your animals an extra belly scratch today.

Yesterday our little Pen moved on from this life to her next. I’m so happy to have had the goofiest, smartest, and most loyal dog in the world. (And honestly, sometimes, the meanest. BOY did that dog know how to protect her humans). That sassy little scoundrel and I put in so many hours adventuring, cuddling, rough housing and brewery hopping. To say I’m sad she has left us is an understatement. For 15 years, she has been one of the best friends I’ve ever had. I’ll miss you every day, Penny. Hope you get all the flamin’ hot cheetos you can manage in pup heaven. Give your animals an extra belly scratch today.

I did it. 12 years in the making, my dream tattoo is finally on my body forever. Imma try to keep this short, but this work means a lot to me. I’ve searched high and low for years, unwilling to settle on an artist just for the sake of getting the tattoo, but I was hellbent on waiting to find 1. An artist who’s work I find stunning and 2. An artist that I admire. Since I was 16 I wanted this piece. It wasn’t until I found this woman, Valery, a couple years ago. I’ve been following her now for quite some time and have (embarrassingly) gained a “verified fan badge” on her page for my constant “😍🔥” comments and berating her DM’s to find out if she will ever open her books. Spoiler: she didn’t. So I devised a plan to be ready to take off to Montreal whenever she posts on Facebook that she has an opening. (Not impulsive at all, ya know?) And that happened. She had an opening. And 250+ other people commented on this post wanting that spot as well. It was as good as gone in my mind, but there would be another chance, I supposed. Then she tagged me. It happened. And I was off. (Not before hearing multiple concerns from Mae Wow. First “why on your arm!?” followed by “NO! NOT a snake.” While the roses hold no deeper meaning simply than beauty (and stank, I suppose), the snake has always been something I’ve gravitated to symbolically, as a creature of continuous shedding and rebirth (something I relate to as a creative soul, exactly why I don’t have my body covered with other tattoos, my taste transforms too quickly). This morning, I made my way to Répentigny and when I arrived, the artist explained that she picked me BECAUSE I wanted the snake, and that not many women get this, and it would be her first as well. After learning she had one tattooed on her, my minimal doubts were shaken out of my head (sry mom). I truly could not have asked for a better experience. The work is beyond what I even imagined, and I’m so happy to have done it on this solo treat yo’self trip.

I did it. 12 years in the making, my dream tattoo is finally on my body forever. Imma try to keep this short, but this work means a lot to me. I’ve searched high and low for years, unwilling to settle on an artist just for the sake of getting the tattoo, but I was hellbent on waiting to find 1. An artist who’s work I find stunning and 2. An artist that I admire. Since I was 16 I wanted this piece. It wasn’t until I found this woman, Valery, a couple years ago. I’ve been following her now for quite some time and have (embarrassingly) gained a “verified fan badge” on her page for my constant “😍🔥” comments and berating her DM’s to find out if she will ever open her books. Spoiler: she didn’t. So I devised a plan to be ready to take off to Montreal whenever she posts on Facebook that she has an opening. (Not impulsive at all, ya know?) And that happened. She had an opening. And 250+ other people commented on this post wanting that spot as well. It was as good as gone in my mind, but there would be another chance, I supposed. Then she tagged me. It happened. And I was off. (Not before hearing multiple concerns from Mae Wow. First “why on your arm!?” followed by “NO! NOT a snake.” While the roses hold no deeper meaning simply than beauty (and stank, I suppose), the snake has always been something I’ve gravitated to symbolically, as a creature of continuous shedding and rebirth (something I relate to as a creative soul, exactly why I don’t have my body covered with other tattoos, my taste transforms too quickly). This morning, I made my way to Répentigny and when I arrived, the artist explained that she picked me BECAUSE I wanted the snake, and that not many women get this, and it would be her first as well. After learning she had one tattooed on her, my minimal doubts were shaken out of my head (sry mom). I truly could not have asked for a better experience. The work is beyond what I even imagined, and I’m so happy to have done it on this solo treat yo’self trip.

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