isn’t that what we’re all after? a little love. but only after we accumulate our fortunes. maybe some love after the benz-o, porsche, and h3 are all tucked safely in the garage.
picture this: your body is covered with hair. you weigh 8 pounds. your poops are about the size of cocktail weenies (don’t eat them). all you want is to chew on your pikachu and bounce around on your feets. sounds nice, doesn’t it?
that’s the life of a pomeranian. they aren’t my favorite breed of doggie, because they are a little too hyper. i still can’t figure out why old people love these dogs so much. maybe they are reminded of what it’s like to be young and have endless energy. or maybe old people are insane. like the lady at jack in the crack who wanted chicken fingers to eat at the restaurant and a salad to “take with her.” she made sure everyone knew that she was taking that salad with her.
my lady friend is doggysitting that dog in the picture. his name is ‘hiccup,’ but i call him other stuff:
- peanut
- peaches
- little man
- poop monkey
he doesn’t care as long as i give him his daily allotment of love.
That dog looks evil with the red eyes
Those dog’s are so cute to watch… form afar.
More like those dogs are so cute to watch when a real dog is eating it.