Just because you love your dog and it’s tiny and you think your dog is cute really doesn’t give you the right to bring your dog into a place of business where it is against the rules and/or law.
It doesn’t even matter if that little fucker is just so well-behaved.
Here’s the thing.
My dog is cute. Really cute. I don’t just think she’s cute. She is. Only, she’s not tiny. And although she’s very well-behaved (except when she insists on sleeping on the couch when she thinks no one is looking) she will eat your dog for lunch.
And I will let her.
Just because you think you’re special and do not have to follow the rules.
Please notice the look in Goldie’s eyes. I’m dangling an ugly, little mutt in front of her. (Not really. It’s just a Frisbee. Unfortunately no ugly little mutts were harmed while making this blog). Doesn’t she look hungry?
Sorry the picture is so crappy. It’s from my old, old camera and I had to download it from facebook. Because I don’t have any pictures on my laptop. Because I suck.
And I sort of (but not really) want to apologize for all the shit (haha) that was going on on my blog yesterday.
That’s what you get for giving me such shit (haha) about my Wordless Wednesdays being…well…unWordless.
And it was really, really hard to be wordless yesterday. Shit is always a great thing to talk about. It’s funny.
Now you know how truly fucked up my mind really is. :o)
And I know I spelt spelled wrong the other day. Thank you to Kelly for pointing that out for me. Please notice the sarcasm dripping off my words. And don’t worry, I didn’t scream too loud.