Ok. I have officially become one of THOSE PEOPLE.
You know, the chicks that carry their little dogs around in their little dog purses, and dress them up and stuff. The ones that kiss their ugly little dogs on the lips and talk to them in baby talk and hand feed them bits of dinner.
I mean, the UnHusband won’t actually let me dress the dog up, and I can’t afford a fucking dog purse, ( I won’t spend more than 20 bucks on a purse for ME, as we all know.)
But, I would do these things. I am not even kidding. I want to carry this damn dog around and put sweaters on him and stuff. He is my baby. I can’t not snuggle him constantly.
Have I mentioned that I don’t even like chihuahuas? But I love him to death.
Sigh. I think I need another kid. Or counseling.