Really, I am. Ok?
Don't believe me?
Come on. I'm a puppy.
Everybody believes a puppy.
Sheesh. What's wrong with you people?
Any way. Maybe it's because Jamie hasn't had a puppy since 1996. (Yeah, that makes her ancient. But don't tell her that. It tends to make her a wee bit
But seriously. She shoves a polyester fleece blanket, a coupla Kong toys, and a food dish in that prison of mine, and she calls it "comfy and chic"? Lady, what do I look like?!?!?! I am a discerning puppy with a large mammalian brain and I can definitely tell when someone is pulling the
I'm sorry... but this?????????
This is still a puppy's version of a cell in San Quentin, lady.
Get it together.
Your extremely disappointed in you puppy,
P.S. Also... your photography? Leaves something to be desired. Couldn't you bump up the ISO on that cheap hunk of plastic you keep calling an iphone?