Saturday, 11 February 2012
The Rudeness of my Family.
On the 30th of December 2011 I had been asking father hen for a dog and I had been for the previous week so on the 30th he finally cracked and said 'if you stop talking about a dog for 1 month I will maybe get you one.' For 1 whole month that dragged in due to the excitement of getting a dog. On the 29th of January I found the perfect dog a miniature Jack Russell only 1 hour away, it had to have been fait. But then on the 30th of January I was told I couldn't have a dog- your thinking this was a terrible end to this post imagine it in real life after asking for a dog for 9 years. Grrr.