Precious Petunia Crawford is getting spayed today and I’m pretty much just pacing around the house waiting for that little porkchop to return to mama.
Bitch gave me daggers this morning when I dropped her off and now I’m just thinking of ways to spoil her so she’ll forgive me as quickly as possible.
Another distraction, besides George’s snoring, is that our new fence is being installed today. We have had a dilapidated fence on our side terrace since moving in almost 3 years ago and we are finally investing in the space
before our neighbors petition to have us thrown out of the ‘hood.
My vision: something between this . . .
Is that so much to ask?
Don’t worry, Princess Petunia, Mommy is going to buy you a new outdoor bed and you’ll be sunbathing sans conehead before you know it.
Happy Frenchie Friday!