Well, like any normal person would do the next morning, I returned her. The man at the pet store did not appear to be thrilled with the idea, but he kindly said that he would rip my check up. I went back to Dallas that weekend to hang out with John and see my family. All I could think about during that time was Beyonce. I had abandoned this child:) because she had pooped on herself and because I didn't like waking up early in the morning.
So, once again, like any normal person would do, I went back to the pet shop that Sunday and kindly asked the man (who rolled his eyes when I walked in) if the black chihuahua was still available. He said yes with a sigh and went and got her for me. John was with me and when I handed Beyonce to him he looked at me like "you have got to be kidding me" and kind of held her with one hand.
Life since then has been bliss. Beyonce is the best dog anyone could ever ask for. She lives up to her name, but is super sweet and cuddly most of the time. I love her and she will always be my favorite dog in the entire world.

I know that this was a random post but someone mentioned that I needed a new one, so this is what I decided to post on:)
2 comments:
I remember that following Christmas when you picked me up from the airport and John had B poking out the top his sweatshirt :-)
Thanks for the post. We all love Beyonce...well, not everyone, working on Ryann.
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