The day before Father's Day Chris came home with this.
Really? REALLY??? And don't even start with the, "but he's so cute" and the "he looks so sweet". That's what he said. But you must know that this dog is a complete pain in the butt. He's torn through screens…three of them to be exact. He's thrown up in the house…at least four times – the dummy likes to eat grass. And he even ran off. For three days.
If the girls didn't love him so much I would have played the witchy woman card and sent that dog packing.
It's not that I don't like dogs, it's just that right now I need a dog like I need to eat another freaking box of twinkies. And now we need two dog houses. One for Oz and one for Chris. He's gonna owe me for this one. BIG TIME!!!