A little ginger puppy showed up at our doorstep...and stared at me like some little creep. Matt was fawning over it like it was the cutest thing ever. He said we had to keep it at least until we found it somewhere to live. So we let the little horror in and peed all over MY CHOCOLATE!!! Matt just hits him gently and calls him a bad dog. Then three minutes later he's all about keeping the puppy again. And the dog is acting all cuddly. *Sigh* if I cant handle a dog how am I supposed to deal with having a child
with my love going out to the only one that matters
-M
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