Yesterday when we were discussing Puppy and how big she’s gotten, my mother (Honey’s super doting grandmother) said “yeah, but I’m afraid she has a face only a mother could love”. The one person that loves our dear sweet puppy more than anyone admitted yesterday that she’s ugly. Sucks to suck, Honey.
dafuq is this.
dafuq is that.
DAFUQ IS HAPPENING.
Good thing I follow so many corgi blogs ‘cause otherwise my dash would be straight up porn right now.
Meanwhile, unrelated and super fucking sad news:
I posted on here that our dog Mathilda has breast cancer. We aren’t sure how faw along it is but she seemed happy and healthy. On Sunday, we got a puppy to make things easier on our other dog should Mathilda pass, to liven things up a little more, and to just plain have a puppy. Mathilda hasn’t kept much food down for three days and I’m starting to realize it might be something serious and that I need to love the shit out of her for the rest of her days. I can’t tell if this is a “I’m ready to go because there’s a new pup to take care of my family for me”, “if those bitches wanna replace me I’ll go ahead and get outta the picture” or “lol what I’m a dog. Why are my human friends looking at me in such a sad way? I am confused, human friends” but I’m hoping I’m just over-thinking it and we’re going to have a happy three dog household for a while longer. I hope we will. I’m gonna miss you when you go, Mama dog, and I’m going to treat you like the princess you are until you go.
Um what better way to ask a corgi-obsessed girl out than by giving her her very own corgi (stuffed animal, but still counts) and popping the question in the enthusiastic hug that ensues?
I have officially claimed the most awesome kid I’ve ever met as my own.
You got it, fornever alone. I got me a super awesome boyfriend. :)