Jun 6
Having to foster this tiny heathen for a month and I’m only one week in.
This little ankle-biting menace has been testing my patience, my ankles, and possibly my will to live. Please let these next three weeks fly by because I am tired. 🫠
But also, I already know I’m going to miss her when she’s gone, which is rude of her. How dare she be this chaotic and this lovable at the same time?
And she better remember me when she’s older. After everything my ankles have sacrificed, I deserve emotional recognition. 🐶💛