I was planning to write a post today about how these socks made me contemplate a world where The Joker picked up a former geometry teacher sidekick, and how appropriate that whole concept was for a Monday. But then Smoky tried to bring me a toy to play with and was too tired to even follow through with the playing (note said toy half in his mouth). The puppy had all day training today and is basically Wiped. Out.
If you’ve ever had a not-quite-year-old puppy around the house, you get that I’m saying that things are remarkably out of the ordinary tonight at la Casa de Puddin. But I’m going to just assume the dog really liked my socks, since he was kind enough to basically collapse at my feet for picture time.
Surely that’s what that means…right?
Puddintopia 