Happiness is…
….finding not one, not two, but THREE pairs of non-leather°, cute summer shoes. Count them: THREE!!!
(° no cows were harmed in the making of these shoes. These very cute shoes.)
Happiness is….
…..these two fuckers.
Happiness is….
…..signing up for this: (www.runningofthenudes.com) with Merel today. Pamplona here we come!!!
Happiness is….
…..finding a Greek restaurant RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET, and I never knew!!! That makes 3 of my 4 favorite cuisines within a minute’s walk from home: Greek, Indian, and Thai (now all I need is Japanese and I’ll never leave the Overtoom again!)
So you see, I’m a simple girl, who likes simple things: shoes, my dogs, animal rights activism, and food!
All in all, its been a good week! Hope your weekend is going well!
One dog was enough. I think I got completely and totally lucky with Lola the first time around, because she was easy to housetrain, she’s very, very quiet and timid, and she isn’t rambunctious like most dogs. She doesn’t chew anything that’s not hers, she doesn’t overeat, and she basically does what you do.
You sleep, she sleeps. You get up and walk around, she gets up and walks around. You play, she plays. Me and Lola, we mesh very well.
And then I had to go and ruin everything by getting Mylo. I don’t know what I was thinking. Perhaps that, because Lola is so very very easy, a second dog would be a walk in the park too.
I was wrong. I was very, very wrong.
Maybe it’s because I’m pre-menstrual right now (woo-hoo Internets, hello! Did you hear that? I said I’m PRE-MENSTRUAL! Aren’t you glad you know that now???), but today I think I am reaching my breaking point.
As cute as he is, I think I made a mistake.
Maybe it’s the pissing on the waterbowl. Maybe its the way every time I make a call for work he starts growling or barking. Maybe its the chewing EVERYTHING THAT CAN BE CHEWED.
Maybe it was the shitting in my favorite handbag. Maybe its how he shits and THEN EATS IT (except for the shit in the handbag- he graciously left that pile for me). Maybe its the way he has suddenly taught Lola how to growl (my quiet baby! gone forever!!!).
Maybe its the synchronised growling while I am working. Maybe its the way that you just CANNOT walk these two dogs on their leashes and not want to stamp on both of them.
Maybe its the jumping on my face first thing in the morning (OK thats actually kinda cute). Maybe its the way he just bit Veronica today. Maybe its all of this combined (with the PMS) that is making me suddenly nostalgic for the quiet afternoons with Lola asleep and snoring quietly.
I know what you’re thinking. How can something so impossibly small and cute be causing such problems, such utter chaos and mayhem, and how can I, a total animal freak and lover, be thisclose to dropkicking him off the back balcony?
Need I remind you??? HE EATS HIS OWN SHIT.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the little shit-eater, but I can’t wait until this puppy-stage is over and buried.
My theory is that he either:
a) evolved from the species Sarcophilus harrisii (aka Tasmanian Devil), because read this description: “Its spine-chilling screeches, black colour, and reputed bad-temper, led the early European settlers to call it The Devil. Although only the size of a small dog, it can sound and look incredibly fierce.” Sounds about right to me!
or b) is a bad Ewok that was cast out of Endor for being so impossibly evil and scheming in his ways.
You decide.
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Drinking can also be a learning experience. I learned…..
–Don’t tease Lazarus about certain things. Really, don’t.
–Don’t dance with Liam. EVER. (ouch)
–Don’t judge a book by it’s cocky cover.
–Men in the women’s toilet- Not OK. However, crazy Irish men who ask you to do a jig with them in the women’s toilet- Totally OK.
–No shots= less hangover the next day. (Genius!)
–Don’t just disappear without telling anyone you are leaving, because they might worry (aaawwwwwww).
-Remember your coat-ticket number! Because if you lose it, you’ll still have a chance to get it back using a suave technique such as ‘I LOST MY TICKET BUT ITS NUMBER 44 I REMEMBER ITS A BLACK CORDOROY JACKET OH PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME!!!! YES RIGHT THERE THATS IT!!!’
–Not all those who wander are lost, and not all those who fall on the dance floor are alcoholics.
And if I learned any other lessons, I have totally forgotten them, along with half of the night. Bye!
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I could be having the very worst day (like today) and feeling like complete and total shit (like now), and then all I have to do is go to cuteoverload.com and see something like this and BAM!!! my day just instantly gets better.
I love, love, love when he falls over!!!
From the site www.cuteoverload.com my daily dose of cuddly wuddly shmaminals. Some people waste time on internet porn; I waste time on internet animals. Check out the two dog photos by the top- awesome.
Congratulations on your 2nd child. Now we are even. lol