When I was doing my weekly shouting at the TV this week during Glee (while my beagle relaxed on the floor with a tennis ball), my roommate asked if my life would be better if I could watch television like a puppy. Which made me wonder how dogs see TV. I’m pretty sure it’s just like this.
Artie, man. Brittana cockblocker. Faberry cockblocker. Puppy life ruiner. So unacceptable.
(By the way, that Faberry wedding manip is from this crazy awesome Tumblr.)
