I don't know if I've talked about my dog before. Well, if I haven't...I have a dog. Her name is Mitsu, aka Meat Soup (you can thank my cousin's four-year-old for that one, lol), The Soup, Soupers, and Super Retarded Dog (thank my brother and
YouTube). She is a year and one week old. We got her at the local animal shelter, so we have no idea what breed she is, other than a Heinz 57. Anyway, Mitsu is being uber adorable today, and I decided to take pictures with my iPod Touch. Forgive the crappy quality: it's an iPod camera, after all, and The Soup is being really wiggly. XD
Soup's a little camera shy, but she got over it.
"What is that thing, Mommy? And why is it making that snappy noise...?"
Ugh, excuse my expression here. I was trying to get this shot of her while she was being still. Like I said, she's really wiggly. XD;;
Jesus, iPod camera, you suck. DX But I think the caption for this one should be, "OMFG I CAN HAS A TREAT NAO PLZ?!"
Mitsu is tired is being forced to pose for pictures, thank you, and so she is going to plop down on Mommy's lap for a bit.
"Oh my god, Mommy, there's a bug in the floor! Can I eat it please?"
It's a bitch being so adorable, huh?
"Sneak attack, Mommy!"
"...thank you, baby dog. I could always use a hug."
Seriously, Soup doesn't know she's not a lap dog. XD;; I blame my dad's half-mini, half-regular dachshund, Oscar. Who, incidentally, refused to put up with my antics and decided to go outside and chase squirrels, ground moles, and assorted other small vermin. Oh, and herd cattle LIKE A BOSS. Because he thinks he's a big, badass Border Collie/Alsatian mix. X-|
So, yeah. That's my puppy. -returns to RP-tofic conversion-