This picture made me laugh for twenty-five minutes. He looks psychotic, deranged even, like he would meander up to me drooling, asking for directions to his spaceship.
It was a completely lucky shot, and it's also completely hilarious, at least in my opinion.
I don't know when my life started revolving around a dog, but it's odd. At least 50% of the conversations between my husband and I start out with, "Did he poop?"
When did I become so interested in dog feces? Better yet, when did I start becoming OK with talking about feces in general?
The highlight of my day was that he was better behaved than fully grown dogs at the vet. He's not perfect, but he also wasn't ripping our hands through the leash to get to the other dogs. He barked maybe five times. When did I begin to measure my happiness by a dog's behavior?
It's a strange direction my life is taking, soon I'll be carrying around pictures of my dog and start calling him my baby.
Actually, no. I probably won't do that.
I know what you mean! It's weird how things change when you get a dog. I can only imagine it will be a million times worse when we have kids.
ReplyDeleteKeep posting the puppy pictures though! I love them!
I definitely will! :)
ReplyDeleteI have seen my neighbor walking around in her backyard wearing her moo-moo carrying her dog referring to one of them as her baby. I'm going to buy you a moo-moo. And it's going to be green, cause that's what Ski prefers, lol.
ReplyDeleteI already have a moomoo and I'm going to get a stroller for Barnacle. Pretty soon he'll be in a bonnet and I'll be calling him my son.
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