I'm gobsmacked. This afternoon, after getting back from church - being the good little church girl that I am - my dad suggests we go have brunch at The Loaf. We specifically went there for the sole purpose of having a meal. What do we do instead? We buy a puppy.
Looks almost exactly like Fuzzy doesn't he? Don't believe me? Scroll down and compare them yourself. Fuzzy is absolutely terrified of him though. We're still thinking of names for him and Alia even suggested Ghandi. I'd really like some help on getting the perfect name for him cause nothing seems to fit.
Right now, the puppy is downstairs squeaking. It's the cutest thing ever D:
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