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?”
“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.”