Monday… I do not accept you, so you must go away.
Today was both suck-tastic, and fun. I took Thunder Butt for her Valentine’s Day photo op at the kennel on post. Now, let me give you some brief background of my dog: she’s like an ADD toddler who mainlined an 8-ball and an entire strip of acid tabs, all at once.
Added to that, she’s got toy OCD. She has to chew on every toy, at least once, or her life is not complete.
So, remembering the issue that Christmas pictures were a few years ago, I took one of her favorite toys with us when we left, in hopes that she’d lay calmly on the floor while her picture was being taken.
And I learned, the road to hell is not paved with good intentions, or adverbs. It’s paved with the hopes of pet parents who furry children couldn’t act right if their lives depended on it.
Granted, Thunder Butt is adorable. And sweet. And affectionate. Which is all well and good, because Lord she’s a doofus.
And I ended up buying her this. Because she kept yanking it out of the toy tower and because I’ve got no spine whatsoever where she is concerned.
When did I become such a damn pushover?!
And that was the fun part 