My neighbor (the nurse who thinks that social distancing is stupid) recently acquired a chihuahua puppy (because her old one passed away last month). This little fucker stands at the fence line and barks his fucking face off like a little fucking bitch, and it’s making me crazy. I’m pretty sure Bismarck wants to eat him, and I, who normally love all animals, am in favor of this plan. I’m going to punt kick this motherfucker if he doesn’t shut the fuck up.
I have little helpers:
Oh and another perk: I’m still in my pajamas at 11:30.
Through Tuesday. It was long, but not so bad.
MAJOR FUCKING PROGRESS, BRO!❤️!
She’s the cuddliest cat I’ve ever met.
Oh and we’ve made some progress:
He’s still iffy about her, and tends to be a bit bitey, so every interaction is closely supervised. Still…progress is progress. I’ll take it.
They cried. So did I. So much happiness and love.
Violet seems mostly unconcerned.
Bismarck is flipping the fuck out.
Sansa hates both of them, but especially Bismarck.
I’m so excited for the kids to meet her tomorrow. She’s very sweet.
My body is a cat bed.
When you’re all dressed and looking cute, but then you have to change to give your husky a bath.
Perfect timing, Biz. Just perfect.
Our backyard has a good sized mud river flowing through it, thanks to this ridiculous apocalyptic weather that’s been plaguing us all year.