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Took you to prom in a hearse?
Relationship: Dead
For the 900th time, it wasn't a hearse. It was a one of the limos they'd used to drive the family around in. Basically, a Cadillac with an extra set of doors. And really, who hasn't dated a guy with an interesting vehicle? Alice had the hots for a guy in college who was 6'6" and who drove a Ford Festiva.
But, yeah, you got the "relationship: dead" part right. Dead right. Damned straight.
In other news, guess what I did today?
Here's a hint:
Foxie Doxie and I went to a prison to meet a little dog who is a member of the prison's dog program. Inmates earn the right to live in a special unit where they care for and train dogs rescued from high-kill shelters.
Or, rather, Foxie Doxie and I went to meet a little dog who was a member of the prison dog program. This sweet little boy is currently curled up on my couch.
However, within about 10 minutes of meeting No Name Dog, Foxie humped him, and appears to be feeling confident and secure in things. He even appears to forgive our new pack mate for barfing on the ride home - all over Foxie's blankets. Bygones.
Did you see his feet? Look at my baby! Look at him!
6 comments:
Name that dog contest!! "No named dog" look's like a "Skittle" to me! He is SO stinkin' cute!!! Sounds like ol Foxie wasted no time on the Alpha-Omega thing! Oh I want to just rub his little belly, lol...
Girl, that is the Ass end to a hearse!
Oh my! He is absolutely cute as a button! And this from a "cat person!" I wanna go to prison!
Congrats on the new love.
I see love is in the air for you;)
So cute
Aww, how cute!
Congratulations! You look like one big happy family already.
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