Couldn’t have said it better myself. Although I prefer to be a smaller dog, let’s say a chihuahua. Why not? They’re tough but still petite. 🙂 Great post!
I went out with my roommates last night and drank too much wine. Story of my life.
Earlier this morning, I watched this video to help cure my hangover and take my mind off the fact that I have to sit in a rolly chair for the next eight hours and stare at my computer screen.
And then I realized… I’m so jealous of dogs.
Forget girls with nice hair, girls who can plow through three bacon cheeseburgers and not gain a pound, girls who have their dream job before age twenty-five, girls (and boys) with independently wealthy families that get to exclusively shop at Whole Foods. Forget all of them.
I want to be a dog.
Aside from the fact that they get to know one another by smelling butts, being a dog is pretty awesome. I guess I could also do without the whole eating bark flavored…
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