#mymothermademedrink – March 17, 2016

*phone rings*

(seriously, why don’t I have a custom ring tone for her?)

Hello…

“How’s my dog?”

“Again. Mom. He’s MY DOG. Not yours…”

“I miss him…how is he?”
(I had mentioned that he needed a bath…which is an activity that can also can drive me to drink)

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“What about me, mom? Don’t you want to know how I am?”

“I spoke to you already. I know you’re okay.”

“He’s fine”

“Okay…bye!”

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Sigh…

Hearing a lot of stories about how parents who don’t do shit for their kids.

Despite the crazy…my mother has done a lot for me.

*picks up phone*

“Hi.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just calling you randomly to tell you you’re an alight mom. A good one sometimes…”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. It is a random call…that’s what random means.”

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“Oh! Thank you! Tell the dog that I need to buy him some new toys. Because I know you haven’t. That poor thing.”

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By the way…I went to fix her computer last weekend. Noticed that in her email she has a folder specifically for my dog. It’s where she sends the photos I send her.

I’m a sub-folder to my dog.

 

My Dog Makes Me Drink…

My dog is half Yorkie, half Poodle.  No…I don’t call him a Yorkie-Poo. I despise that phrase.  I’d rather call him a Yoodle or something that doesn’t end in “poo”.

Anyway… I adore him. Today, someone I’ve been working with found out that I have a dog, and then asked me if he howled.

After four years years of having a dog, I actually had to google “do  Yorkies howl?” (I chose Yorkie over Poodle because he’s more like a Yorkie – i.e. LOUD and YAPPY.

I found this video and promptly lost my shit laughing. Only press play if you can handle what basically sounds like a bunch of squeaky toys going off at once.

 

Happy Friday y’all