I just realized – those jokers never gave me a sticker!
Not that I wanted one. Okay, I wanted one. I want one so bad right now. I’d put it on so many things. Like my sweater/jacket until it was defeated by fuzz thirty seconds later. Then, I’d stick it on my forehead and upload it to Facebook because that’s… well… it’s just plain hilarious!
I had nothing to do tonight so I went to to a dog costume Halloween party.
My boss often suggests that I attend networking events. The problem is that I’m busy most nights and, oh yeah, I don’t like networking events. Well, that’s not entirely true. Put me at a blogger convention and I’ll run around talking to everyone. If there was a Fresca roundtable group I’d run a smear campaign against my opponent to win the treasurer position.
I took Lil’ Miss Meepers back to her original animal hospital this morning.
When I first met the dog she was a patient with parvo, the deadliest disease a puppy can catch. It kills most dogs it infects. She weighed one pound, seven ounces. Christina brought her to the condo on a Friday night. She had never brought an animal home before.
How many Chihuahuas are currently sleeping in your bed?
All of you that have less than two please take one giant step forward. Not so fast, Mr. Paris.
My girlfriend Jessica has been here for the past two weeks. She brought her cat and dog, who happens to also be a chihuahua. His name is Dirk. Mine, as you may know, is Lil’ Miss Meepers. Both dogs get along swimmingly and cause no problems in my life.
Every year I do exactly one charitable thing.
On May 5th I’ll be walking (I think it’s two miles) with my dog, Lil’ Miss Meepers, and a few thousand other dogs and owners for Anti-Cruelty. It’s called Bark in the Park, and it goes to support the largest no-kill animal shelter in Illinois.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
