I knew, I just knew when the male came home early today, something was up.
Now, if you mistook this pie face for me, I HATE YOU ALL! I am dainty, and pretty. She is..she...ugh!
They sometimes bring home dogs to stay for a few days, so the male who works at dog-jail doesn't have to *whisper* you know..
Then, they go back and get adopted.
But this time...this time..ITS STAYING.
I call her Poo Head. She doesn't have a name, yet. But now, we're BOTH going to the vet. Grr.
Poo head played with my squeaky.
I said, "It was boring, anyway."
But secretly, I was jealous. Don't tell.
Then, I showed her a lil what's what.
Ol Girl's still got it in her.
Oh, and, I still have MY place at the arty female's feets. Poo Head can never take that from me!
