Three long years…that’s how long I have lived with Sarah. We celebrated yesterday. By “celebrate,” I mean that Sarah dressed me up and tortured me by putting cupcakes in front of me and not letting me eat them. It was not fun. Not fun at all.
As you have forced me to wear this, I have a cheer for you, Sarah. “I’ve got spirit, yes I do, I’ve got spirit, to hate you!”
Sarah claims this hat looks good on me. I say that there is nothing about a dog wearing a hat that looks good.
Sarah normally goes to Mardi Gras, but this year, she stayed home for work. Unfortunately, and as normal, I suffered the consequences.
Sarah seems confused today. The headband says spring, but the snow is a pretty definitive statement that it is still winter.
I know it’s the wrong holiday, but it is totally applicable today: bah humbug.
Sarah appears to think I am a drunk frat boy today. Who else would ever wear a lamp shade as a hat?
A dog wearing sunglasses wearing a t-shirt of a dog wearing sunglasses? This is the stuff I have to put up with.
Sarah had better not expect me to actually use this as something other than a seat.
Choppy the Dog 