My Phenomenal Horrible Decision, #287

“Every little thing gonna be alright”

A few weeks ago, I knew I was going to catch some a lot of flack for my impulsive decision to leave the animal shelter with Erin Greggie, our brand new, genius of a dog. I expected flack from others, accepted flack from others, and many times, agreed with just about every point/argument presented, about why getting a dog on July 28th was a terrible idea. Here are several key examples on why getting a dog that day was nutballs: Continue reading “My Phenomenal Horrible Decision, #287”