I have a shih tzu named Prince and he’s turning one next month. I didn’t think it was possible for me to take care of another being other than myself. So far I think I’ve done well. He’s been almost everything to me. I’d feed him before I eat my own breakfast. He has a more complicated bath regimen than I do. His haircuts are more expensive than mine. But I still love him nonetheless. But who cares what I think? I have compiled a series of photos of him and what he’d probably say during photo time.
P.S. If you don’t want a dose of crazy dog lady, just stop reading.
“I’m on a travel bag of emotions.”
“Oh Teddy, I love you and you are mine. Stay with me 5ever.”
“I don’t understand why I’m capable of wearing this when my nose is flat.”
“Sassy with a scarf.”
“Even more sassy with a cardigan.”
“Meet my whore. She’s full of love. Now get out, we’re busy.”
“Come here tail!”
“I didn’t do this, I swear.”
“Yes that walk was nice. You know what’s nicer? Water.”
“Oh great you’re back! Yay! Feed me?”
“Feed meeeee?”
“I don’t understand what’s going on but I’m pretty sure this is a girl thing.”
“I love your bed. Care to trade?”
“*sigh* I’m just going to go with it.”
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