Instagram Is Killing Me
One of the most amazing things about the app Instagram (only available for iPhone and iPad, for you suckers who have not come over to the happy side): it is so much like Twitter was when I first got on it in 2008. People are interesting. They are there to post photos with entertaining captions. And, they acknowledge your comments.
I found this person in Japan on Instagram. Their ENTIRE stream is Boston Terriers. Emmr on Instagram is the best dog master or mistress on Earth, because he or she posts pictures of two Bostons that remind me so much of my deceased Jazzmine I sometimes cry. It is like my Jazz has been reincarnated on the other side of the world.
I do not want to represent that missing my dead dog is the only reason I visit Instagram multiple times a day. But, it is a key reason. I’ve found at least fourteen other places on this globe I want to visit, but nothing eclipses how much those dog photos make my day.