Hipster Child

I feel like there are a lot of kids out there named Tallulah. Also Clementine, Isla, Theo and Finn.

I bet this girl's brother is named Atticus and wears a pair of baby Toms.

Sometimes Dogs Are Icky.

This is another post about my dog and poop. A couple days ago my puppy consumed cat feces that he found on our front lawn. This is a day after he ate the snow he had just peed in. Gross.

Last night my parents gave me a ride home from my friends house. Usually my parents have the dog with them in the car. When I got in,  my dog was SO HAPPY to see me.

He was jumping all over and licking me and just being all around happy. I was happy to see him too. He's adorable. Usually.

My Dad noticed he was licking my face.

"Be careful, you don't know where that mouth has been."
"Yeah, I know. But he ate cat poo yesterday."
"Well..."
".....Wait, did he eat it again?"

Yes, he had eaten cat poo AGAIN. And he was licking my face. 

 

THE END.

So I just realized I forgot a part of this story. Late last night, Finn threw all the aforementioned cat poop up all over my parents bed.

Babysitting the Dog

We have a puppy named Finn. He's a Boston Terrier.
He's also a poop-machine.

My parents went out of town this weekend, back to Milwaukee to clean our old house. Me, Sister and Brother were in charge of Finn. He's adorable...SO FREAKING ADORABLE that I can't even stay mad at him. He is cute even when he poops on the carpet downstairs....while looking at me right in the eyes like he KNOWS what he's doing. 

Here's my weekend:

The reason the turd has wings and is glowing is because it was wafting. Wafting all over.

 

This is me about to kill something.