Oh man, I want one of these French Bulldog pups so badly it makes tears of gleeful delight leak from my eyes every time I see one. I emailed the paramour with pictures and a note saying 'oh please paramour, can't we get a puppy when we move? Why not, it wouldn't be any trouble...pleeease.'
And he replied, 'Er are you okay?'
And I said ' No, I want a puppy, I want to call him Batman.' and burst into tears -here, in private, not in an email.
Ah yes, no sleep and it's kinda quiet around here now that Toffee, Etheline's not half as bad as I thought she would be pup, is gone. Actually if you walk the little thing instead of carrying it around under your arm everywhere it burns off quite a good deal of energy and stops attacking everything in sight.
Tired dog = well behaved dog, quelle surprise.