skirt: F21, tee: Target
today my parents come to help with repairs on our house. AND my mom and i are going to shop for a crib! so fun.
and now i'm going to rant.
yesterday i took Cleo to the dog beach and we were just strolling along minding our own business when a stupid, stupid man with his scary, huge doberman pinscher said to me, "you could attach her to a stick and use her as a dust mop, she's so fluffy" gesturing towards Cleo. i just stared at him. like did he think by adding "she's so fluffy" on the end of his vile sentence would make it nicer? i mean c'mon guy, i said nothing about your hideous hiking boots and your mean, killer-looking dog, leave us alone! people are rude.
and you know, there's a very big difference between Big Dog People and Little Dog People. Big Dog People love nothing more than to make "your dog looks like a rat with hair" and "you have a drop-kick dog" and "your dog would be a snack for my dog heh heh heh" jokes. i get those comments ALL. THE. TIME. and it hurts our (mine and Cleo's) feelings. we saunter down the beach at our own slow pace, and when your golden retriever sneaks up from behind, charges my tiny pup and knocks her to the ground and makes her scream, do not run over to me laughing and say, "ohh don't worry about him, he's totally harmless and gentle." because he's not! he scared Cleo and hurt her. like get yourself together and gain control of your massive beast. we don't say mean things to Big Dog People about how their great dane must take disgusting shits the size of cars or how their lab who jumped out of the ocean and shook his nasty wet dog body all over us is just a big giant idiot. no, we don't say mean things because we are polite. be polite back to us! little dogs and their people have feelings too.