The Diaries of a Fat Chick

I took this picture yesterday while my two favourite fellas (and Kaneyko the cat!) were watching the Grey Cup:

My little puppy all grown up:

Isn’t he sweet?  So darling, so innocent?

Here’s the new toy I bought him this evening:

Isn’t he sweet?  So darling?  So innocent?  I named him Franklyn and handed him over to Dexter when I got home from work. 

And within minutes, nay seconds, my darling, sweet, innocent Dexter had defiled Franklyn in ways I cannot bear to tell you. 

But I can show you!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCbuAULU4To

We’ve reached a new chapter in Dexter’s life, one where he is compelled to hump the living shit out of his stuffies.   I fear for his purple poodle.  She’s got a beautiful purple poofy hairdo and an unsavoury gleam in her eye.  I’m sure she’ll be next in his quest to perform illicit, steamy sexy sex with every inanimate object in this household.  The penguin?  I think he’ll be just fine, he’s got attitude about interspecies copulation. 

Five months old and he’s already Humpy McHumperson.  I’m so proud. 

In conclusion?  Someone will be getting the snip, snip soon.  Listen to Bob Barker kids!  Spay and neuter!!

In other news, the craziness at work has calmed down, I’ve reduced my average work day to 9 or 10 hours and am getting some things accomplished at home.  I cleaned my bathroom yesterday, it’s all gleamy and pretty.   Yay pretty and gleamy! 

Also, I have bought 98% of my Xmas gifts and wrapped and mailed them.  I have two gifts to buy and then I am done.  Bask in my awesome Christmas gloriousness.  Bask in it!!

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