I like Cali because she doesn’t take any shit. She’s a little dog, but she can run with the full-sized ones. When she runs, she digs… hard. Her little legs kick out to the side and her head pumps up and down. When she gets close to her target she begins to leap like a reindeer on her tiny, spring-like legs.

And I like her because of pictures like this one.

NOW WHAT, BITCH?

… I’m older than fucking *TIME*.

Sigh. I’m thirty six years old today. Guess I’d better go to work now.

Or something.

It took me all night, but I finally got my tree up