She does. And so do I, since she pooped directly on top of a braided belt of mine... I'm not sure if it's possible to really, truly clean it. At least on the first pass. Do I dare think I did a good enough job and wear it to work? I think not. The potential for "what the hell is that smell" incidents is simply too large.
So, meet Mimi. My oldest picked her, my daughter named her, and my youngest think's she's aces. I like her, too. A lot. I've already had a sit down with her about Carter, so she knows a little family history. I've slept on the floor with her for the past three nights, since that keeps her from crying. It's a tradition that started with newborn humans (the babies slept on my chest the first night or so), and continued with puppies (including Georgette).
It's 5:37am, and I've got to walk her again before I catch the train to NYC.
Love to all. Even you, the cat-biased person with the mismatched shoes.
5 comments:
Awww she's sooo cute. How old?
Yeah, they're cute until they start eating their own poop, or the poop in the kitty litter. Then it's, Ewwwwww, you stupid dirty dog!
Eh, braided belts are pretty lame, dude. Your puppy knew what she was doing when she pooped on it. :D
I know, I know. I've got some real Geek/Nerd in me.
Gorgeous, her.
Jealous, me.
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