The Love of My LIfe
When I was a wee girl I always wanted a pug, I dreamed about it, would cry about it, throw fits for one. You fucking name it. Never got one. Every year around my birthday I would try to find a pug on craigslist or try to adopt one by sneaking the topic into a conversation with my parents or just blatantly asking them. The answer was always no. My parents are not dog people and would want the dog living outside but that ain't me. Once I literally threw myself on the floor and cried. I just could not stop sobbing on the kitchen floor and It was like someone died. I was 17. I had enough, I WANTED MY DOG! They would tell me to "get a dog when you move out!" Then I moved out. I had my mind set on this pug. It would be a boy, he would be my best friend and his name would be "squish". But I had bills, three jobs, was going to school, and knew I couldn't just do it yet. Then life hit me and I got this super racist boss who made my life hell (that's another sto...