My dog is 28 freaking pounds of fat and muscle. Sh*t's annoying to cart around. And I spend a good amount of time on trains and such escaping the city/humoring my parents so I know what it feels like to balance your overpacked bag and your fat dog and a large diet coke from McDonald's while navigating the subway system. BUT. I was leaving a certain coffee establishment this morning and some chick walked in pushing one of the above with her dog inside and I'm just going to have to say no to that. Ok? Thanks.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Nope. Nope. Nope.
My dog is 28 freaking pounds of fat and muscle. Sh*t's annoying to cart around. And I spend a good amount of time on trains and such escaping the city/humoring my parents so I know what it feels like to balance your overpacked bag and your fat dog and a large diet coke from McDonald's while navigating the subway system. BUT. I was leaving a certain coffee establishment this morning and some chick walked in pushing one of the above with her dog inside and I'm just going to have to say no to that. Ok? Thanks.
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