Right now I should really be studying for finals, or cleaning since this house is starting to look like squatters have taken over instead of my usually pristine home (Okay, only sometimes pristine home but totally the fault of my unbelievably disorganized spouse and NOT me). Instead of doing either of those things, because procrastination is my best and longest existing friend, I have decided to dedicate a post to my obese dog. I recently realized in my “About Me” section I had promised unfulfilled rants about her and not delivered. So here it goes:
We got our food obsessed canine in March of last year. She was just this fat, tiny American Bully puppy
with blue colored fur and blue eyes. She had an explosive shit in my car on the drive from her breeder’s