Sometimes I feel like my dog, Dewey, is watching my every move.
F*cking creepy, right?
Well now I know for sure because last night (just ONE WEEK after I started this beauty blog), I came home to this:
Was he looking for material so he can blog, too? Maybe he’s rebelling because I’ve been focusing more attention on this thing and not as much on him. Was he trying to find something he could use to embarrass me next time a boy comes over? (If so, joke’s on him because all that stuff is in the bedside drawer.) Or was he just being an asshole?
I’m going to go with the latter.