I really need to explain something to the world.
You may think me a terrible person? Why, you ask?
Well, because I am NOT a dog person.
Of course, I am not talking to you.
I love your dog. Your dog is different.
All those times your dog knocked over my child, ate one of her
toys, ran off with a dirty diaper when I was doing a diaper change and
yes, farted on me with his stinky fish farts( ha - you know who you are..),
scratched me with his nails or put his butt in my face,
I said to myself 'aww' and thought about rainbows and
I am not soulless : I really want to love your dog.
I will positively reply to your pictures and pet and care about
him when I see him. But, the gig is up and I think it's time you know.
Although, here is the part where I am actually blameless, as I
show you my childhood dog, bipolar and purchased from
a shopping mall. I remember only the inside of his mouth,
and several instances where I begged 'please Fluffy' while
he repeatedly bit my butt in the hall corner.
My sister is the big kid, and I, naturally, am the small crazy who
looks a whole lot like my daughter.
Forgive me for my movie pirating.
Happy Weekend and a little Monsters of Folk for you.
RIP fluffy from jaimee brant on Vimeo.