I Changed My Medium Profile Image To Be This Dog With Sunglasses And Had The Worst Read Stats I’ve Had In Months

I don’t know if y’all were intimidated by this dog or what, but you stopped reading me for a week, so I’m giving up and going back to my old one, because I am addicted to the sweet, sweet nectar of approval, and I am a glutton for the small green hearts, so the dog is gone, the dog is dead, and you have all killed it. Do not mourn for the dog. Do not cry for the dog.

“And will he not come again?

And will he not come again?

No, no, he is dead,

Go to thy deathbed.

He never will come again.

His fur was as white as snow,

All flaxen was his poll.

He is gone, he is gone,

And we cast away moan,

God ha’ mercy on his soul. —

And of all Christian souls, I pray God. God be wi’ ye.”