Sorry (to all of those who give a portion of a poop) for neglecting the whims of my dear prick, Christop.
Saturday, the 13th, we found the perfect home for Hedy … oh, wait, I mean DAISY. That’s right. The new fam named her DAISY. Supposedly the father fought to keep my homage to the beautiful & mysterious Hedy Lamarr, but he was completely over-ruled by his 3 daughters.
Daisy. Well, I guess Daisy Duck did have a bit of mysteriousness about her, too, and I am comforted knowing that Daisy the friendly pitbull will get some much needed press in front of suburban soccer fams.
She pumped life into my black, dead heart for a while and withdrawal from her has been debilitating.
Hopefully this time around will be a little easier on this soulless wreck of a human being, but I am highly skeptical.
Say hello to Fay Wray.