I can't get Donny Osmond out of my head.
I never fully understood him before, but he was right on when he said, This is not a puppy love.
He said that beause he was in full grown DOG love.
You can be in full grown dog love even with a puppy, peeps. Take it from me!
And when Donny said, Someone help me! help me, pleeeeee-E-E-E-zzzz I couldn't have said it better myself.
My puppy is gone.
I WANT MY PUPPY BACK!
It's a long story, full of ups and downs, highs and lows and in's and outs, but in short, we found the owner.
I knew it was coming, but I was still a little sad so I reached for the can of whipped cream my hub gave me for my b-word day and had a squirt (or three). Then I ran to the store and bought some doggy jerky treats and some prime rib Alpo. I felt like a grandma-gone-wild but I didn't want my puppy to forget me.
Then, much to my surprise, the owners said they didn't really want the puppy and were looking for someone to take care of her.
Ooo, ooo, PICK ME! PICK ME! I said, jumping for joy.
My head was full of doggy collars and leashes and shots and hairy furniture and fleas and disgruntled neighbors.
Everything was right with the world and I knew there was a Gad.
But SUDDENLY! they didn't pick me after all.
Cursed, cursed spite.
Dr*t! D*rn! D*ng! Sh$cks! Sh##t! Cr*p! Cr$d! Z%%ks! Sh##sh! Sh%%ts!
I ran to the tub and took a piping hot bath. It was so hot that my eyes began sweating.
WHY GAD? WHY?
Why do we have to love and then lose. Why????
I would marry that puppy if she asked me. But sadly that puppy and I live in different worlds. And she doesn't belong to me.
Why can't THAT puppy belong to me???
My hub was a little surprised by my profuse sweating.
"Do you need to see a psychiatrist?" he said. "Or should we just buy a puppy?"
"I don't want a puppy!" I yelled! "I want THAT puppy!"
Then a put a wet washcloth over my face and continued yelling.
"Don't you get it? I'll never love another puppy as long as I live. There's only one puppy for me! I'm a one-puppy girl!"
So there it is, peeps.
Sometimes life is funny.
And sometimes it's not.
I wonder if it would have turned out differently had I been born aboard the Queen Mary.
So you know who I've been thinking about? Remember Tiffany, who was about to adopt the baby she'd been raising since birth? Remember how the mother came back and yanked him out of her arms.
I wonder how she's doing.
I wish I could give her a ginormous hug right now!
Let's all run over to Tiffany's for a group hug.