And since I feel blah, I'm not really concerned about pictures. So I apologize.
Moving on... Just a small update.
About a year ago I started getting doggy fever REAL bad. It was horrible. I wanted myself a puppy so so bad. So I started looking online and looking at the pound and begging my fantastic boyfriend to get me my very own puppy (Mom was a lost cause and I knew it). But he said no. And I was so sad.
So what did I do? I got a little mean. See, Chad had a toy poodle pretty much his whole life. He claims Fifi was his first true love. Unfortunately she went to doggy heaven. And Chad was devastated. And so I was mean and started talking about how much I missed Fifi and wanted another one. My master plan was starting to work, but he still said no. And I was still sad.
So I gave him my pretty please with sugar on top and a great big kiss look.
And.......
I won.
So we found the most adorable maltipoo that we absolutely fell in love with. And bought her.
So point of this story? I'm obsessed and take my baby everywhere. She is a horrible dog. I think she is in her terrible twos or something because I want to pull my hair out. But I love her and my time goes to her and not this blog.
Grace Lyn Curtis-Prince, aka my Gracie :)

We have had her for almost a year. And I want another.
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