underestimated wicked

why can't you be me?

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Monday, March 28, 2005

black & white young male, please.

I got a tattoo of a really tiny pink kangaroo. No I didn't.

I want a dog so bad. And this isn't some little kid thing where I saw a cute puppy and I'll want it for a few weeks then forget all about it, and mom will have to take care of it forever, and when it dies, I'll think it's all my fault cuz I didn't take it on walks.

no way. This is for real. I want to rescue a dog and love him and keep forever. I'll walk him, clean his poops, give him baths, feed him everyday, let him sleep in my bed, play ball, bark at stuff, and I'll take him everywhere. That's how it was with my last dog, Tuxx. Best friend I'll ever have. This is turning into a very strong need. I think a dog would really make everything ok. It would be therapeutic, for me, and him. I'm sad, and kinda lonely, and I want to have something fuzzy that doesn't talk, and always wants to hang out.
Britt has Jimmy. Carmen has Louise. Terry and Susan have China. And I have a cat that bites me. Hard. I'm Jealous. I'd be a good dog mommy. Bank on it.
So anyone reading this, if you find a Siberian husky, or husky mix (or anything suitable for a girl in an apartment like me) at a shelter, get him for me as a present. I can't turn down a present. And I know all of you 3 people who read this want me to be happy. Right? And you'll get all the free licks you want. YAY!

1 Comments:

Blogger maria said...

yr right. my family rescued 3 greyhounds from the tracks, and they were totes awesome, but i was so attatched to Tuxx, i know a husky is the right dog for me.
personality, temperment, everything.

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