Last night, C and I watched 'Marley & Me'.
Aside from the boy's general disdain for all things Aniston, and our uneducated guesses about how many times Owen Wilson must've broken his nose to get it to look like that, we managed to enjoy some points of the movie.
Mainly the dog.
By the end, we (yes, both of us) were bawling like babies. Complete and utter tearjerker for anyone who has had a pet before, currently has a pet, or is not a human form of Satan and renting sad movies for the sheer joy of watching things die.
So afterward, in our sappy and emotional states, we each grabbed a dog to show it some love. With Daisy in my arms, I hugged her tight and blubberingly told her that I loved her, she was beautiful, etc, etc...
It was at this moment that she decided to Stinkbutt on my favourite yoga pants. Touching, really.
I suppose I should backtrack, as most of you don't know what I'm referring to. A warning for Too Much Doggy Information should be in effect as well.
I never knew what Stinkbutt was until we got this chick dog, so bear with me.
Basically, small dogs can have impacted anal glands. This causes a buildup of what I now call "Stinkbutt". Said Stinkbutt can get released at any time to ease the buildup - In Daisy's case, whenever it's least convenient for us. And it is the single worst smell I've ever had to endure. Stings the nostrils, it does.
Sorry - end of Canine Ass Lessons.
Point of this gross story, is that after watching this movie about a dog who was hard to live with, then crying my eyes out and wanting to hold onto my own baby dog, she picks this loving moment to spray a little Stinkbutt my way. By "my way", I of course mean my lap.
That, my friends, is love.
Perhaps we should disregard this post... I may have just lost all my readers.