Oh, oh, my precious little Lola. My outrageously high energized boxer. She is a pain in our asses yet manages to put a huge smile on our faces. As we were watching 24 on Sunday, I guess she decided that she wasn't all that happy with how things were going. She just couldn't take the drama and it drove her to the bottle. Well, maybe she wasn't driven to the bottle by Jack Bower. She could have just been playing with my parents, who came by for the premiere, jumped up on them making my dad spill his wine and then without anyone looking, grabbed her a little nip from my mom's Budweiser.
No need to go calling the SPCA on me though, for the bottle was empty. That being said, it didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around the bottle, trying desperately to get that last drop. Like we need a drunk boxer running around our house. Could you imagine?! There would be nothing left of our house and both cats would be stuck to the ceiling.
No need to go calling the SPCA on me though, for the bottle was empty. That being said, it didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around the bottle, trying desperately to get that last drop. Like we need a drunk boxer running around our house. Could you imagine?! There would be nothing left of our house and both cats would be stuck to the ceiling.
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Seriously, that last pic is AWESOME!
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