So, we have this dog. A rather irritating dog. Don't get me wrong, he's probably the sweetest, friendliest animal I have ever met. That being said, friendly gets a bit overboard when you have dog breath jumping at your face while you're trying to protect the yarn you're using for a baby blanket.
I really don't like having dogs in my face.
Well, a few days ago, I had a dream said dog was getting in my face. Like, leaping at my face. And I was so surprised I jerked my head back. And hit the corner of the dresser.
Turns out it was just the cat, who is currently on my bad side, since she ripped my picture of Loki and Thor. Seriously, what do cats have against paper?
Fare thee well, friend!