I've got myself a sweet yet grouchy 14 year old toothless Chihuahua who is slowly going blind, deaf, and getting arthritis. But that doesn't matter to me, because he's MY good boy, MY snuggle butt, MY Lil' Jack Frost.
I'll never understand why I'm the one who took up the mantle of responsibility for the family dog of years past, but I'm happy with it.
And yes, that is a FAIRLY accurate representation of myself in a very cartoony style.
