It’s
been cold here in Florida, colder than it has been all winter. It’s kind of
jarring to a girl who’s never seen snow. I realize I am extremely ill prepared
for anything below 60 degrees. The heaviest coat I currently own is from
Forever 21 for goodness sakes. At least I have a dedicated mini-heater at my
beck and call.
Yesterday I came home on my lunch break and found the leftover scraps of a bag of my prescriptions. Gilligan rarely gets into anything, but he cannot resist paper products. They are his true love. Y’all---he had eaten a birth control patch. I flipped out took him to the vet and he was fine.
Last
night I woke up in a deranged twist of sheets (like you do) and accused Jared
of being a cover thief and a scoundrel. Except it wasn’t Jared, it was
Gilligan. He had wedged himself between the two of us and pulled all the duvet
on top of himself, snug as a bug in a rug. Eventually I coerced him into going underneath the covers and after that he
literally did not move until I woke him up this morning.
Is it ok to be fully obsessed with your dog? I totally am. He is the best. Ask anybody. Such an awesome little dude.
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