Well I was gonna write about greys anatomy or my addiction to reality television or even my obsession with celebrities bc I could really go on for days about all of the above. But then my son walked in the room and I decided to talk about him. He is a psycotic white chiuhuahua and his name is Blackie Nicole. I love him with all my being. I was actually mad when my boyfriend bought him for me bc like most men hes late on everything...I told him I wanted a dog in like 2003 and here comes 2005 and he buys me a dog. I was pretty much over the idea by early 2004.
Neways Blackie is my life, he is so crazy and loud and he bites small children but I love him because he is loving, towards me...
I mean I wish he didn't bark at absoulutly nothing at 2 in the a.m. and I wish he would pee on his potty pad and not 1/2 on his potty pad 1/2 on the carpet, I wish he didnt poop in the middle of the living room just cause he felt like it and I wish that he didnt always want to have play time when I need to study. BUT other than that he comes to me when I cry, he has a way of always making me feel better, and he is like a little heater in the winter bc at night he will lay on my legs and I will instantly warm up.
You know what, everyone should get a Blackie Nicole.
1 comment:
Nice freeform post.
You're missing Post No. 8, which was due this week.
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