My birthday was Friday.
My birthday was bad.
My husband made no Plans and gave me crappy presents.
Then he said I could pick out a dog for my birthday, to bad there aren't any dogs I like for adoption. I refuse to buy a puppy because unless I want to over pay for an AKC registered dog all the other places are puppy mills and that is sick. So now I don't even want a dog anymore.
With the exception of my week in DC, this year is off to a shitty start.
Good thought for the day: Only 226 days until September, which means the bitches move to Canada!
My birthday was bad.
My husband made no Plans and gave me crappy presents.
Then he said I could pick out a dog for my birthday, to bad there aren't any dogs I like for adoption. I refuse to buy a puppy because unless I want to over pay for an AKC registered dog all the other places are puppy mills and that is sick. So now I don't even want a dog anymore.
With the exception of my week in DC, this year is off to a shitty start.
Good thought for the day: Only 226 days until September, which means the bitches move to Canada!