- Oh my god, look how cute she is.
- She’s moving. And breathing.
- …And biting my shoes.
- I should take a photo.
- This dog is going to seriously up my Instagram game.
- Does the Gingham filter make her fur look too brown?
- Or should I go with Sierra?
- Sierra, for sure.
- Maybe I should name her Sierra, in honor of her first Instagram.
- Or maybe I should stick with a classic name.
- Like Lilly.
- Or I could name her after a founder.
- She could be my sorority’s new mascot.
- And live in the house.
- I mean, frat hounds are a thing after all.
- But then who would take care of her?
- She should probably stay with me.
- I can feed her.
- And bathe her.
- And walk her.
- Shit. I’m going to have to do cardio.
- And be responsible in general.
- I mean, not that I’m not responsible.
- I should probably pick up that leftover Chipotle.
- And get those beer cans off the coffee table.
- And hide my nice heels.
- What if she pees on my comforter?
- She’s going to judge me so hard for bringing guys back.
- And coming home drunk.
- At least I’ll have company when I am crying myself to sleep.
- I should get a bow for her neck.
- And a matching leash.
- For when I go for runs with her.
- I can get matching leggings, too.
- Getting a puppy was such a good idea.
- Oh shit.
- She’s eating my Chipotle.
Happy National Puppy Day!.