Wednesday, June 29, 2011

I Could Use Some Independence

Last 4th of July, Sarah decided it would be a good idea to paint "U.S.A." on my side. Although I have tried to forget that traumatic experience, it's still burned into my brain.

We're headed to Wisconsin for the weekend, so Sarah decided I needed to get dressed up for the 4th of July today. She had to do it today, because we are headed up there tonight and she wanted to make sure she had something she finds amusing to show off before we get there (I'll be sure to post pics and maybe some video of the trip at my Facebook page). This is what she came up with this year to humiliate me with:

This is your owner's brain at 32, single, and with too few hobbies.

And if you missed it, here's what she did to me last year:

I'm hoping the paints stay at home this year.

Anyway, here's hoping that you have a Happy 4th of July. Preferably one where all dogs you know remain paint-free.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Father's Day!

I usually don't post on Sundays, but I thought I would take this chance to wish everyone (but especially my grandpa) a Happy Father's Day!

A heartfelt sentiment from yours truly on Father's Day.

As I never knew my biological dad (he took off before I was born - and no one can even tell me what breed he was, let alone who he was), I'm glad I have someone I can wish a happy day to!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Internet Depravity = Fake Dog Boobs

There is a lot that is wrong with the internet (starting with the fact that those stupid cats who can't speak properly have such a popular website - Sarah, unsurprisingly, loves those cats). But I thought that there might be a limit to how low the internet could sink.

Turns out, I was wrong. There is no limit to the depravity of the internet. I give you Exhibit A:

Do not adjust your computer screen. This is a picture of me with fake boobs. I do not understand this at all!

Dog boobs? Really, Sarah? Also, why are these even for sale? There are so many steps of how this went wrong, I don't even know where to start.

Did I mention that these were custom made for me? This is so absolutely absurd.

I'm thinking that this may be the lowest the internet has ever sunk. Totally awful. Sarah, of course, loves them. I am so not surprised.