Bumblepup

Because I am one of those sadistic people that likes to torture their dog with costumes, I bought my dog a bumblebee costume. And yes, I put it on her. And yes, it looks awesome.

When I was buying this costume at Wal-Mart, the man behind me in line commented that he felt bad for the dog. I told him that if he knew my dog, he wouldn't feel bad. I guess I should explain. I love my dog. She loves me. However, that feeling is reserved for me only. Anyone else, don't even think about petting her silky, white fur. Don't even think about it. She is hateful. She's probably about knee-high, weighs all of thirty pounds, and is hell dressed in fur. She's known my boyfriend for six years, and every time he comes in my parents house, she tries to gnaw his ankle off. We were watching football the other day and he got up to cheer and she charged him from the opposite end of the house. She's not just a mean dog, though. I'm convinced that she is autistic. She won't look at things. She refuses to look at the television. If someone bothers her, she will not acknowledge them until she decides to attack. If you upset her routine, good luck dealing with her. She is very nervous and spazzy.

She's... well, she's basically the canine equivalent of me. Oh, no.