So, the little girl in me is transfixed by this Shiba Inu puppy cam. Oh Lord, it's adorable. As I type this, two of the puppies are play-fighting over some type of pink plush toy. I am in love. These dogs are actually one of my favorite breeds. No matter that it took me until this year to finally keep the name in my brain. I used to just always say, "you know, those dogs that look like foxes."Also, I saw the trailer for Marley and Me yesterday and actually felt myself welling up with tears of sugar-overloaded joy. I couldn't even stop myself from squealing out loud to no one, "Oh my GOD that's so cuuuuuuute! I am totally going to seeeee thaaaaat!" (I was only briefly interrupted by real tears of fear when Kathleen Turner appeared.)
I tried watching both the puppy cam and the trailer again without smiling, and it's physically impossible. Farting, burping, and sneezing simultaneously with my eyes open would be an easier feat. I want to breed Marley with all of the girl Shiba Inus so they have dozens upon dozens of pups, and then we will all go live together on Big Rock Candy Mountain in a castle next to a chocolate waterfall. Wait, no no no. I'm being ridiculous. The dogs might go swimming in the waterfall and accidentally swallow some chocolate. Dogs can't have chocolate! How silly of me. No, the waterfall will have to be vanilla. I like vanilla better anyway, so I really don't know why that wasn't my first choice. I need to stop being so impulsive and really take the time to plan these things out.
Balancing out all this girliciousness is my post today over at Fire That Agency, in which you will find me complaining like an old lady about these damn kids today, their crazy button-fly jeans, and their sexual irresponsibility. I do like their rock 'n' roll music though.
UPDATE: Omigod omigod omigod. The puppies are all napping together now. I am about to pass out.
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Thanks for making my ovaries clench, Beckeye. Thanks a bunch!
PS - I vote caramel waterfall. Caramel is safe for dogs, right?
Maybe it's because I don't have ovaries, but I don't get it. Then again, I can spend six hours watching the NFL Draft, which no woman will ever understand, so I guess we're even.
Also, apropos of nothing, the best part of the NFL Draft is watching the highly touted prospect who drops farther and farther until he is the only one left in the green room, calculating how much money he has lost in the last two hours. It's especially enjoyable when this prospect is from Notre Dame, like Brady Quinn in 2007.
And I think the waterfall should be of Skittles.
No woman understands how I can watch six hours of the NFL Draft, either. It's not just you.
Whoever gets the Matt Leinart puppy must be spewing
awwww... I want one now! Right now! Also, that Marley movie is going to be good-did you read the book? OMG... I read it right after we had to put my 17 year old "puppy" down and I cried like a frickin' baby through the whole damn thing!
But I'll do it all over again when the movie comes out :)
Also, my mom used to feed our dog chocolate all the time and he was fine. I think that might be a myth...or maybe all the chocolate is what caused our dog to have multiple strokes and die. Wow. Sorry to be a downer. Go back and look at the puppies!!!
I saw the preview for Marley and Me, and yeah... I'll be Netflixing that, so as to not make a complete blubbering idiot of myself when I cry uncontrollably.
You're so like me, it's scary.
Alas, it is no more.
Also, I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who enjoys the misery of the last (ideally Irish) member of the green room whose failure is broadcast for hours on national TV.
Have you watched the Christian the Lion video? Makes me bawl every time I see it.
Love this blog.