So Then I Got a Puppy

Could you just die??? (10 weeks old)

He has been super fun over the past month. We went to Montana together, I couldn't take Pants cos Chuck wasn't coming with me and the puppy had to come because of obvious reasons, and we had a lot of fun times. He's a snuggly sleeper. He's been to the top of Big Mountain in Whitefish and all the shops around our house. He was a champion, super genius traveler.

And he played with the kitten and gave the kitten parasites.

Here's a video of the kitten and puppy battle. Man, that shit was cute. The kitten has now gone to his real home where he'll be treated like a prince and won't have to deal with a puppy eating his face off.

He couldn't decide if this gf pretzel was food. Verdict, NO!

When we got home, he and Pants immediately started playing and really haven't stopped since. I really love it. I wish we could all go swimming but the pool has been too cold with all the rain (!!!) we've gotten recently.

He loves everything Pants does and is.

Sleeping, like a boss.

How we do.

You guys know how weird I am about names for both Google's sake as well as dog safety. We decided on his secrety-secret real name but I need to figure out an internet name. It's also been suggested to use Gumball for his internet name. 

Names we went through:

Bean (Ender's Shadow)

Tyrion (motherfucking Lannister)

Mitch

Hank

Best Fwends

In other news, I had a weird, anonymous comment on my post about all the wisdoms I have and I am so warmly fuzzy about the replies from mah friends who commented back at her. I try to be as nice as I can about, well, everything so I hate that there was borderline nastiness encroaching from a meanie. I love yous guys. 

I told him the one about the guy. (13 weeks old)

In conclusion, my life has been a leeeeetle hectic lately. I quit my awful job of four years after my boss wanted me to work extra time for no extra monies and a lot of other things building up as well. I'm really, very proud of myself for finally lady nutting-up and quitting. It had turned into a daily cause of nausea and shitty feelings. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I took a leap of faith in myself and it only took a week to find another job. I start my new job on Monday. I have high hopes of it being totally awesome. I'd love to get that passion and support back in my life. The passion never left but it was buried under a shitton of negativity. All of my ideas were shot down and the subsequent bitching about everything wrong was a cyclical hell. I panic just thinking about it.

I'm heading into the new job with excitement and positivity. I hope that I'll be able to get that back. I totally KILLED my working interview (toot-toot), so I think they're excited as well. Watch out, new job, I'mma smash some shit all up.

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