3:57 a.m.
Lady always tries to turn my middle of the night bathroom trips into a petting session.
She’s like “Hey, I’m awake, and you are awake, so why not rub my belly for a little bit?”
Lady
Listen, don’t play with me
StandardThis man made a comment about Lady as we passed him on our walk that I felt bordered on rude. I didn’t say anything back to him because unless I am actively being threatened, I like to consider my response before I snap on someone, but the whole time I was walking away with her, all I could think about is how lucky he was that I do think about shit before I do it, because don’t be talking slick saying shit about my dog.
I can go from one of the “good Blacks” that lives in this white ass neighborhood to one of the ones the news be having y’all scared of in a matter of SECONDS. Don’t let the smooth taste fool you.
However, since I don’t really have a poker face, I’m sure I said it without saying it anyway.
My dog is too funny
AsideI had a Petco bag with Lady’s old leash and harness in it (I bought her new ones) as well as some new bully sticks for later. I left it on the side of my ottoman when we came in.
Tell me why this little heffa sniffed out the bully sticks, went in the bag and got one, took it to her bed, peeled off the label herself (!!!!!) and is currently enjoying it as I type this?
She is very pleased with herself, and I’m just like “She’s too smart for her own good.”