he's got to impress gram, he's going to interview with her in the next few days. if all goes well and he doesn't bark her face off, that's where my sweet pookie will be going to live, maybe permanently, maybe not. i just hope she doesn't change his name. :( so today, in the midst of my illness, my severe, life-threatening illness, i dragged my sick ass out of bed to take the pookie to the groomer. and then a few hours later, i dragged my sick ass out of bed again to get the pookie from the groomer. but he doesn't look like a puppy anymore, he looks like a dog. a little dog, mind you, but a dog. i'm heartbroken. i like him all shaggy and longhaired and puppy looking and now he looks all respectable and dog-like. boo... he thinks he's pretty cool though, and that's funny. he trots around, shaking his tail, prolly just happy he can see cuz his hair was hanging in his eyes pretty bad. he's tiny! without all that hair he's actually pretty small... but i still like him all shaggy.
i'm sick. and dying. i stayed home today because i couldn't fathom getting out of bed. i can't sleep. i'm really, really crabby...
but the office is on tonight. yay for jim and pam!!! i've been waiting months to see this...
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