Before I had them I thought that people who were obsessed with their dogs were kind of creepers. Hello, dogs are DOGS... not children. Weirdos.
Now I refer to my dogs as "the kids" or "my children". Yeah.
I also thought people who dressed dogs up in clothes were nuts, I mean, that is sick, they are dogs! They don't wear clothes for a reason. Then I saw how cold Liv would get, and well one thing lead to another and now each one has their own, personalized wardrobe. Snowsuits, NHL jerseys... name it, they have it.
They also have a stroller. See previous posts... I can't help it. It is like a drug.
I feel better now that I have all that off my chest. Just so y'all understand me. So here's some photos of my little boy Malcolm in one of his favourite hang out spots. These are NOT staged... it is just how my Mally Boy rolls.
Forget Where's Waldo, I have my own Where's Malcolm?
And a close up!
In black and white, such a silly boy.
Snuggling with his big, pink snake. (Ah, sorry, that sounds kinda sick.)
And just so Livvie doesn't feel left out, here she is before Malcolm took over the Princess Bed! 
Sigh, I love my dogs..
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LOL And I thought I was too focused on my dog... When I looked into getting a dog I considered getting a chihuahua and naming her "Candy" to soften my butch image. Looks like it would work, too. :)
They become such a big your of your life! Candy would have been a great name for a little chi. My hubby was so against us getting a chihuahua, now he would have a pack of 20 if we could. Yikes... lol!
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