Happiness Is a Warm Gun

Pupisms

Yes, now he's sick. Not surprising, not unexpected. Poor baby!

Last night we head up to the loft early so Pup can watch a bit of TV and I can surf for decorator-porn.

He's the master-whiner in our house.

"Dollink . . ."

"Dollink . . . you better rub my butt."

"Why?"

"Just rub it."

"You're kidding right"?

"Well, you better rub something."