I got a puppy last week. Now, I’m back from the beach, and I actually have it. It’s sleeping next to me. She’s chasing rabbits in her sleep and shaking paws that are as big as my hands. I’m horrified about how big she’s going to get.
I picked her because my brother’s girlfriend’s friend fostered a batch of puppies and thought this was a good dog. I looked at it and said maybe; it would just be hard with what I got going on. Then the people who took her in couldn’t keep her, so there I was, up in Dallas, watching Bartolo Colon pitch, and getting a baby dog.
Anyways, that’s all I got. I’m just afraid of this monstrous little dog and trying to figure out the rest of my life. The rest is yours to talk about whatever you want, Texans-related or not. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply.