Here’s the thing: I know this blog is supposed to be about the inherent trainwreck-itude associated with life as a twentysomething, but sometimes that madness spreads to other members of our household. Specifically: to Boone.
The puppy dog was in top form last night. He swiped a paper towel, jumped on a houseguest, and then – in a truly impressive coup de grâce – managed to ingest half a tube of cortisone cream. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: “le sigh.” Despite my immediate hysteria, he turned out fine. But dude … seriously?
It’s a good thing he’s cute.