Good evening people
z. Oh my, what's this? This strange thing at the top of our entry? Oh my... it seems to be... a thing! A thing that everyone does! A sort of thing that everyone does.... oh well. I decided I'd fill you in on what I'm doing at these things--what I'm feeling. But we all know what Olive feeling. That's certainly no mystery. Still, it changes :3
I'm here to finally understand that no one enjoys my ramblings of stories! O:
Still, I put it all in here so I can remember somethings and also because
it's all that happens in my life. So I'm sorry I bore all of you, still, I warn you and just by looking at my header image you should know what's coming. I'm a writer, end of story :BB
Anyhow, we (the family) just got finished watching Monti once more. Pictures of the little girly dog:
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Monti. He's cute, but he's a pain. He's a spoiled baby so, you know, that makes it impossible to please the darn thing. He wanders around the house like a lost soul; he always looks depressed or otherwise just plain dumb (because of the look he gives you xDD). But he's cute and he's a sweetheart. Poochie had a blast with his floppy ears xDD
Poncho and Monti always wrestled and Poncho would get the upper hand by chewing on Monti's ears. Pooch was a bully compared to poor Monti. It was fun to watch them wrestle, placing bets xD
But he's home now. And Poochie is sad~ No more friend
So yeah, that's about it for me. I'm stuck with writers block so... blah = o=
