I love my dogs. We were talking about how cuuuuuuuuuuuute Raleigh my Australian Shepherd was when she was a widdle baby puppeh dawg. She was like a real life Beanie Baby. And I HATE tiny little useless pockety pooches. I hate accessory dogs. I like my big ole drooling 80 pound monstrosities. I love those type of pups.
But, babies are another thing entirely. Something about baby animals turns me into such a teenage girl. I get all teary eyed and the “AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” always escapes my lips before I can stuff it back in. Sigh. It’s my kriptonite, no doubt.
My life sucks right now though. Wah wah. I’m living rent free with wonderful friends and family and I’m talented and smart and wah wah. What am I being all annoying and emo about? Actual real shit. I do have my reasons.
Anyways, Baby animals!
Notice there are no monkey type babies. That is because they are nappy. Case closed.