terrible person.

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 

unicorns.  

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.