Ok, it’s no big secret that I am cuckoo over my Chihuahua. So, here’s some pictures of my little possum, looking thoroughly depressed as she knows I’m going out for a Friday night.
The weather has been ridiculously hot recently (Heatwave!) and I was suffering from a faux-stomach bug/in reality drug allergy, so little puppy and I stayed in, with the air on, on a Sunday, watching Buffy. I still always tear up when Spike dies. I’m such a girl. (And in case you were wondering, that is a Gene Simmons doll next to the TV. And empty photo frames. What a sad tale.)