Nudgy!
I use to hate little dogs. Bleck. They barked. And they were annoying. In your face. Bark bark me me me, annoying. Little shits.
Bark.
Bark.
Little shits.
Bark. bark. BARK!
And then.
I fell in love.
Because you are the one. The only one. No matter what.
He loves me in my failures. In my perfections. In my imperfections and most of all, he loves me, no matter if it's good, or bad, or worth money, or worth nothing.
That my friends....is what a little pup is all about.
(ok.......Moco too.....but she totally drools...bleck!)
posted by My Way @ 3:31 AM
3 Comments:
At 2:20 PM, January 13, 2008,
Mamacita Chilena said…
Love his jacket :)
At 9:58 AM, January 14, 2008,
Fned said…
I love Diesel's cool clothes. He must be the hippest canine in town!
I WANT a little furry friend too!!! I've been bawling my eyes out for us to get one for several months now and hubby still wont budge... he's afraid of all the "responsability" that comes with having a pet. I keep telling him I'm well aware of it but that it can only make it so much more special to care for someone like that and that anyway, it's sooooo worth it when you look at all that love coming from the little fellaw's eyes.
I have my heart set on a cute scotch terrier we saw a few weeks ago... he was soooo adorable I felt chest pangs when we had to leave the place.
snif, snif!
Fned.
At 11:25 AM, January 14, 2008,
My Way said…
Diesel does have some cool clothes. My favorite is his FBI vest. It's mucho coolio. Mostly I buy to keep him warm though because he's so skinny and has very little fur. He even has a Cancun t-shirt that says, "The Bitches Love Me". Hahaha.
Fned: think you should just go get one. :O Deal with the aftermath later. Sure they are work, no doubt but worth the love you get in return. Diesel is trained to go on a puppy pad or outside so it makes it easier to have him than a big dog that needs to go out often and have a big yard to run in. Diesel's yard is the apartment.
Also, thanks for not noticing the time in which I posted my blog. It was after a night of partying so you know...it's kind of a drunk poem. I'm good at those.
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