Today, we gave Pixie back to her rightful family. Jonathan is really sad — he couldn't even be here for her send-off. Me, eh, I'll survive with a little love from Miss ChloeBear Butterscotch Cupcake Richardson-Melville (that's her full name).
On a funnier note, I think we've started poopie wars with the neighbors. Pixie refused to go #2 in our yard, but every time we took her even on the shortest of walks, she always found a neighbor's yard that was juuuust right.
Now, before you start hating on me, please know that I am NOT a dog person and I can use the excuse that I didn't know better on that first walk. On the subsequent trips my excuse was, "Ummm, yeah right I'm picking that up!"
Well, today when I got home from work, there was a steaming pile on our front lawn. I know for a fact our sweet, temporary dog didn't do that. Mere coincidence — or Karma Poopie Fairy???
I may not have a dog anymore, but just wait until I exact my revenge......muahahaahahahahaaaa!
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