Okay, I have tried to spare you from stories about the miracle angel baby with fur otherwise known as Gigi. But, I have to share this. Suffice it to say, she is spoiled. Like our entire lives revolve around her spoiled.
Granted, we did not take her to New York last weekend. But, she was very well cared for at the vet. I don't know that she was ever in her boarding area. They sent pictures. She was super happy. We missed her terribly. She got a new blinged-out collar and a dog toy in the shape of a purse. It's a Chewy Vuitton. After all, she is a designer kind of girl.
But tonight, things have gone horribly awry. I would take the blame, but I was on a different floor. Shlomo took her upstairs to feed her dinner. She ate. He opened the door and was looking for his robe. Evidently, Gigi was allowed to run amok. I am not saying it is Shlomo's fault, but I never let her feet touch the floor. She is a princess and deserves to be carried at all times.
Anyhoo, Shlomo lets her walk over and urinate on her adorable little bed from Harry Barker and her Chewy Vuitton. WTF Gigi? Chewy Vuittons do not grow on trees. If you keep this up, you are never going to get Jimmy Chews. For shizzle.
So, there you have it. She is in the dog house. Well, she would be. But the one we want goes on sale tomorrow for one day only. We plan to order it then. I am sure there will be some four to six week delivery period. So, as soon as it gets here...she will be in the doghouse. Given how cute it is, though, we should all be so lucky. In the meantime, Shlomo can be in the doghouse. I am sure he has done something to deserve it.
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