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True story, I was trying to come up with a topic to blog about and somehow I ended up shoving one of my dogs in a Corona Light box. If you're all wondering what is actually wrong with me, I'm still waiting on a good way to answer that one.
Did I actually come up with a post from this impromptu photo-op? Well, no, not really. Just don't tell Ella that, she'd really be crushed. Except I kind of did come up with something once she promptly came and curled up on my lap like I didn't just make her stand in a cardboard box like a homeless ASPCA animal.
This dog doesn't judge me.
No judgements when I hit the bottle a little too hard and pass out before brushing my teeth. She just curls on up a little further down the bed than normal and calls it a night.
No judgements when my closet is piled high in dirty clothes and I leave the house wearing leggings and a t-shirt because they were the last clean articles of clothing suitable for work. AKA not a dress I wore back in my clubbing days. Hell, she even embraces my sloppy closet and goes on in for the snuggle with my worn clothes.
I just feel this could make for a very awkward and horribly uncomfortable work day.
Even if it is one of the only things proudly hanging clean in my closet currently.
Shoot, my dogs don't even care that yesterday I managed to dump an entire glass of Chardonnay on my kitchen floor and followed that up with many screamed profanities. They even tried to help me clean up the mess.*
When I sing to them they don't even seem to take notice to my completely botching all of the lyrics and my
horrible angelic singing voice. Just the other day I was jamming out to the old classic 'Blinded By the Light' and while I cannot actually publish my idea of what the lyrics are to that song, mostly because of the Google searches that would lead to this post, those dogs just jammed it out next to me.
And lastly, they don't even judge me when I start getting impatient because the water on the stove refuses to boil already and then I realize I never actually turned the burner on. What can I say? I'm just a natural, every day genius.
*No dogs were intoxicated in the making of this post.