puppy luv.

I think I talk about my dog everyday. I feel bad about it, I do. I've become that girl that brings up her dog in conversation, or refers back to something her dog did... 

I AM HER ... RUN AWAY NOW.

Thing is, I appreciate the interest from people, it might not be sincere or it might be, but it's cute, and kind ... but I think it's strange how long people can feign interest in you talking about your pet (averages about 3 minutes before i realize what I'm doing and stop myself). It's pretty cute, stories about how Jack cuddles when he sleeps, how he can now sit like a human, is a cat/dog hybrid ... people even have follow up questions, ... i don't know, how do i stop this? what if i start dressing him in turtlenecks and buy him hipster scarves?!

When you have a puppy, a 8 month old to be precise, it's strange because you (I) lose all reason. i should be mad as shit that he chewed my yellow flats, or that he's peed on my bed, and my floor and eats my gum, the gum that he steals from my purse, the purse he got to by jumping onto a table from a shelf. BUT THEN, he rolls over when you ask him to, is excited to see you when you get home, and is an excellent TV buddy, and it helps that he is squishy to the touch.

see! there it is, a whole post devoted to my canine and I didn't even realize it. 

whatevs, he's a tramp, and I love him.

I know what you're thinking .... "THIS DOG REMINDS ME OF SOMETHING ........."

RIGHT?! ... no? well I think so.