Lola is an evil mastermind that has a sadistic streak of
ripping her stuffed toys apart. I come back and the insides of her toys are
scattered everywhere. Evidence of the crime that she committed in my absence. I
am sure she spends all day waiting for me to leave. I worry about her sometimes
but maybe I’m just reading too much into in since I’ve been watching too much
Criminal Minds. This is normal behaviour for a dog right? : P When she’s not
splattering the tiles with toy stuffing she’s trying to steal my slippers. The first week I got her she tried to steal
my underwear. And still, somehow, I love
my big teddy. As pathetic as it sounds
she’s the reason I don’t freak out every 20 seconds because I’m 24 and still
single. I’ve only had my dog for three months now and it has been one shock
after the other. One crazy drama after the next. And somehow, she is so worth
it. Part of me wonders if a guy will ever feel that way about me.
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