Woe is Delerious ME...
I am having so much fun with my new PuPPY, ASHLeY, that I don't know what to do!!!! She is wearing me the fuck out for sure, but I'm loving every exhausting minute of it.
I never knew that I could adore a being so flatulent -- or who could interchange the word carpet with the word potty so easily -- but there it is.
I tippy-toe so as not to disturb her beauty sleep; I plow her with treats for doing nothing other than making little huff-puffs on my neck when she is wiped out from endless play and socky-chewing. what the beneful eff is wrong with me? Oh, thou hast slain me: PuPPY, take my purse: If ever thou wilt thrive. Jeez......
