My beloved little fur ball Ted had his first date this past weekend. You see, my pussy decided to take a self-appointed vacation a few weeks ago without letting me in on his plans and this little cutie below helped him find his way back to me.
No longer my little boy, on his first date and all.
While I was busy helping Mr. Bear get all gussied up for his rendezvous, my Iowa twins were going bananas over their own news.
Seriously off the fucking rails.
Because this was happening…
Meet Spike.
Ever since my first dogphew Gunner suddenly passed away last November, the hustle bustle of the castle that houses my little prince and princess seemed too calm (right, sis?).
As you can imagine, the announcement of acquiring a new fur ball really wound the twins up – Princess B even dressed up in her finest prom gown (compliments of moi – surprised?) while awaiting Spike’s arrival.
Who doesn’t wear sparkles on summer afternoons?
She hates him.
Prince B found the accessories that accompany a puppy way more intriguing than the dog himself.
Exactly how toddlers would be housed at my mini manse.
This little ball of love has no clue what he’s in for – I especially can’t wait for Halloween – not that we ever over do it in my family or anything.
Welcome to the clan, buddy.
In other news, all is right in the world now that I have my Christmas Vacation 2015 ornament. How fitting is it that it’s called “Meowy Christmas”?
I mean, hello!
Ted shared my Christmas in July excitement when I presented him with our new Clark W. Griswold decoration.
Bitch please.
About that same time, the meme below was sent to me by a friend.
Not like it’s going to be true or anything.
CBXB
