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1/// I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS DOG.
2/// Friday night- Twilight. Epic amount of crying
3/// Saturday brunch with the roomie
4/// Chino, you beautiful chub monster!
5/// My future- orange house, white wrought iron fence, covered in flowers
6/// Sunday morning walk post-rain
Okay, so I'm about to say something weird. This was my frist weekend ever in LA without my boyfriend. And it was... interesting. Not going to lie- I'm missing Drew terribly already, but Chino and I are having so much fun together! It's so awesome to pretend like I have my very own dog for a little bit. I even took him to the groomer like a real adult would- yeah, sometimes I like to pretend. Other than hanging out with Chino and adjusting to life as a faux pup Mom, I had a pretty chill weekend. I just don't want to leave the house with Chino around. Is that weird? It feels like I'm abandoning him whenever I walk out the door. I mean, I've basically determined that when I have a kid, the poor little dude or girl is going everywhere with me in one of those baby Bjorn situations because I'm probably going to refuse to leave him/her... Ever. Is this what dogsitting is supposed to teach you or am I just insane? Don't answer that.