Sorry 'bout the rain, folks. That'd be my fault.
In other news, think I finally figured out m'dog.
Still ain't gotten his papers, but I'm pretty sure Uther's a silky terrier. Could be a Yorkie, but his face is all wrong. Plus he's way too easygoin', heard Yorkies are neurotic as shit.
Anyway, he's too little to be left at home, so he comes to work with me. Lisa says I'm a sap, Tink says I'm whupped...Rory eats lunch with him in back. Could be worse, me havin' a toy breed. Silkies are ratters, or so I read, so maybe boy can earn his keep when he's grown.
...and right about now, Regan oughta be around, mockin' the shit outta me for the tiny little dog I stuck m'self with.
Still ain't gotten his papers, but I'm pretty sure Uther's a silky terrier. Could be a Yorkie, but his face is all wrong. Plus he's way too easygoin', heard Yorkies are neurotic as shit.
Anyway, he's too little to be left at home, so he comes to work with me. Lisa says I'm a sap, Tink says I'm whupped...Rory eats lunch with him in back. Could be worse, me havin' a toy breed. Silkies are ratters, or so I read, so maybe boy can earn his keep when he's grown.
...and right about now, Regan oughta be around, mockin' the shit outta me for the tiny little dog I stuck m'self with.