Last night I shot a video of Miles slowly licking an ice cream cone, I was laughing so hard I couldn't keep the camera steady. DQ doggie cones are only 25 cents and Miles definitely got his moneys worth. Selma practically ate my hand.
This morning we had a discussion about Selma, the chocolate one, we decided that we had to be more positive about her to keep her self esteem up. Instead of calling her fat, we will refer to her as voluptuous or curvy. Instead of calling her retarded, we will refer to her as special. Jesus christ, if that dog was a human, she would be a home schooler, I swear. Whereas Miles could give two shits about what we say about him, he is just a burnt out old hippy. Think Chong.
Thank god I have hubby around, I think if I was alone talking to my dogs, someone would check me in to Warm Springs, somehow he validates my craziness.
4 comments:
I love your glamour shots! Sorry to hear about your recent infestation of pets. I have had pets several times, and each time my Great Oppressors treat me like some kind of leper and won't let me sleep on the bed. My question is why don't THEY sleep on the couch?
Yee Haw - Sid's back!
Ok well I just spoke baby talk to my friggin' monitor. That is how cute the poochies are. :)
Sweet! I will try to post the video of Miles eating the ice cream cone. Smoochy faces.
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