I've become one of those people. One of those dog owners that brings my dog everywhere. Takes photos of them. All the time. Centers my entire schedule around feeding and taking them out to use the lua. And now my Snapchat only consists of my dog mugging.
Yes, if you don't already know, my mister and I just got a dog! A dog!! Her name is Annie and she has three legs. Her previous life started out good then went a little sour and her living situation became tragic. All I wanted to do was give her a good life. She has been living like the Princess of Sheba ever since she's been with us. Soft dog food, priority on the couch, and a lot of cuddle time. And I have already collected an unapologetic amount of photos of her. It has only been a week! But she has become my wingman. And her willingness to wear whatever I put on her ain't bad either. I think she has the potential of being dog famous. I really do.
Yes. I am an over-enthusiastic dog owner. I have been a dog lover my entire life. My dad always tells me I was raised by dogs. No, he isn't referring to him and/or my mom. My first 6 years of life were spent with my Grandpas Gold Retriever Rusty. We shared ice cream cones and clothing [umm, I see a pattern here..] The rest of my childhood was spent with a pack of German Shepherds and about a dozen different liters of puppies. Then I went through a period in my adult life where there was a void. No dogs, no dog ownership. Sad. Until Annie. So you can see how this feels so right.
About a dog.. sorry in advanced.