Dog Shows and Dresden Files
I am no longer allowed to watch the Westminster Club Dog Show. Mostly it has to do with those stupid Pedigree commercials that make me cry. Seriously, every time I see the one with the dog in the pound and David Duchovany starts talking about how every time a dog gets adopted, another one doesn't, I just go "No! No, cute dog, you shouldn't be in a pound! I WILL TAKE YOU HOME AND LOVE YOU! DON'T DIE ON ME, DAMMIT!"
Followed by embarrassed blubbering.
So, I am hereby banning myself. No more dog show for me. No more adorable, pretty, fuzzy puppies. No. Sir.
Oh, god, I already know I'm going to watch. I'm so weeeeeaaaaaak.
In other, completely unrelated news: Jim Butcher novelette illustrated by Mike Mignola.
And it's from Thomas' point of view.
You can't see it, but I'm already drooling.
Followed by embarrassed blubbering.
So, I am hereby banning myself. No more dog show for me. No more adorable, pretty, fuzzy puppies. No. Sir.
Oh, god, I already know I'm going to watch. I'm so weeeeeaaaaaak.
In other, completely unrelated news: Jim Butcher novelette illustrated by Mike Mignola.
And it's from Thomas' point of view.
You can't see it, but I'm already drooling.