I liked big butts, but now I lied.
AWW!!!!
I can’t talk about this in my normal community since… shhh… it’s a secret! So I’m talking about it here because it’s something that needs to be shared.
I have a chihuaua. No, I don’t own it. Haha. That would be funny. But a friend of a friend just got one, and I’m babysitting while they go out for dinner. Because I wasn’t invited to dinner. Because I’m not cool like that. So while I’m starving since I haven’t eaten since lunch, which was at like 2pm, I’m dogsitting this teeny little 2lb dog. Who is constantly sneezing on me while rolled up in a sweatshirt in my lap. And who insisted on pooping under a table that I had the most horrendious time getting under, because the boy here bought a shitload of home-brew equipment that’s blocking my way, that’s not blocking the way of this scruff of a dog.
But I always thought I liked big dogs. I do like big dogs. But this little dog is pretty cute. I don’t know if I could handle purse dogs though. But he *IS* adorable just being curled up in my lap wrapped up in a human sized sweatshirt. Funnier still is seeing him in his little jacket!
But yea. I’m a loser.
