For as long as I can remember, I have wanted a dog.
Every Christmas, birthday, three kings day, Easter, etc. I asked for one.
I used to make friends with the neighborhood strays in the hope that one would follow me home and then we'd have to keep it.
But now that my dad is having some kind of midlife crisis, so he gets a dog. Might I add that this is not a rescued dog, apparently we are too good for anything but a purebred.
But he's too cute to be mad at.
So here he is, the little guy who woke me up at 2 am last night because someone didn't close his crate door properly.
And this is to show the gerbils that I still love them...
I promise I won't let the dog eat you