House Broken

Friday night I found myself onstage at the Palladium getting my jiggy on with LL Cool J. Who knew that Saturday night I would have ended with Puppy taking a shit on me in front of all my friends. Man did this weekend take a turn for the worse. I should have known that boy wasn't house broken...

The last few weeks have been a total blur. I wasn't kidding when I said that I had a plus one to every event in and out of town. Since I decided to run from my pain and kick it with The Cochella Tribe, my life has been one all nighter after another. It's funny how easy Puppy makes it for me to say yes to him.

"Do you want to go to Avalon on Friday to see Green Velvet? I already got you on the comp list and we can just swing by to pick you up when you get off work," Puppy will say to me. Uh, ok.

"Do you want to see STS9 at The House of Blues in Hollywood on Thursday? I'm already here and I know you're off so honestly no really isn't an option." Uh, ok.

"Do you want to see De La Soul and Z Trip at the Palladium on Friday? I already got comp tickets for you and everyone at The Plex." Uh, ok.

The boy makes it impossible to say no. He fills up my week with activities before I wake in the morning.  Hell, half the time he's laying next to me when I wake up. Now don't get excited. I've kept my chastity intact. Like I said, Puppy isn't my normal kind of guy. I've never been very attracted to him.  I've always said that he was cute and funny but I need a man who excites me.  I need goosebumps. He's much to small for me to want to hit the sheets with.  I need a man who can throw me around. Honestly I'd be afraid of breaking the poor boy in half. 

But I've enjoyed the companionship. Things were easy and uncomplicated. We were friends and that's what I needed more than anything at the time. The Tribes have been loving it. The Plex boys may have objected at first, but now they enjoyed his company as much as I did. The other day while at the House of Blues The Street Artist and his Twisty Girl pulled me aside to talk to me about him.

"So have you guys hooked up yet?" The Street Artist asks me after Puppy had went to the bar to buy a drink.

"What do you mean? We got together on the camping trip remember?" I reply confused.

"No, I mean have you guys hooked up yet," he says again, raising his eyebrows up and down a few times.

Oh god.

"Oh, do you mean have we done it?" I reply while making a vulgar gesture with my index finger and other hand.

"Yeah!" He screams back as he starts dry humping the air.

"No ass, I haven't," I tell him.

"Are you going to?" He continues.

"Uh no. I have no plans to."

"Please," he says to me.

What the?

"No!" I answer.

"Please!" He repeats, sticking out his lower lip giving me his best pouty face.

"Dude, what the hell? Why do you care," I ask laughing.

"No I'm just screwing with you," he says back. "Its just we really love you guys."

"Yeah," his Twisty Girl chimes in. "We just think you're awesome, and he is awesome, and you two are just so awesome together..."

Instigating drunks.

"Thanks," I answer back. "But look, I don't want to go there. I just want to keep things cool. It'll be much easier to kick it around him if we just dated, and not screwed."

A few days later the question came up again. This time from Hippie Chick.

"So have you had sex with him yet?" She asks me.

"Nope," I respond.

"I don't know how you do it man," she says shaking her head.

"Easy. I mean do you have any idea how much respect and trust I need to have from a guy before I do something like that?" I tell her. "Besides, I can't sleep with a guy when I'm still in love with another. I still haven't dealt with my feelings about The Rocker. I need to be alone and process that before I get intimate with anyone else."

It was true. I've been trying to run from my feelings and lock them up inside of me. Unfortunately those son of bitches keep seeping through the cracks.  There hasn't been one intimate moment between Puppy and I where I haven't been thinking about my lost love...

There are certain gestures that I do when I'm in a relationship that are habitual for me. For instance rubbing someones head (and I mean the one on your neck, you pervy reader you). There is nothing I love more than giving the one I care about a nice rub down. Its just as comforting to me as it is to them. Out of habit I've reached out to give Puppy a scratch...and then immediately felt guilty about it. The gesture felt to intimate. It made me think of The Rocker. It made me feel like I was cheating.

No, that's not it. It wasn't guilt because of The Rocker. It was guilt over not being true to myself.

I remember the day I picked him up from the airport. I had left out the the fact that I had had plans that night to go to Henny's mans birthday dinner. I knew anyone I brought would be welcome, but I didn't want to bring him. I didn't want to bring him because I knew that the guy wasn't worthy of me and I was embarrassed to present him to my friends. I was embarrassed to show them how weak I was. Embarrassed to admit that I was indulging in a emotionless rebound.

Being around The Tribes was a different story. We lived in our own little world where he and I seemed perfectly natural. But in the real world, we definitely did not match.

Long story short, I decided to let him join me. Needless to say I got the reaction I expected.

"He's cool," Henny said to me when we were alone in the kitchen with one of our other dancers. "It's just that he's not your usual kind of guy. I mean we're used to seeing you with guys like Partyboy. You know, super tall burly men."

"I know," I answer her. "We're just dating. It's nothing serious and he knows it. He's just nice and safe and distracting."

"Yeah he seems chill," The Dancer says. "So are you sure you don't want to get serious with this guy?"

"No," I tell her. "Look besides the fact that I'm still hoping The Rocker and I will figure out how to work things out, this guy really isn't my type. He's really cool and all but I'm really not into his scene.  He parties way to hard. You know I'm not into guys who do drugs and shit. Grosses me out. It's cool right now because he isnt' mine so I don't give a shit what he does. But if we were together? I would care and it would rip me apart."

"Ew, oh really," Dancer asks. "Yeah, that's not cool. I get it."

Even Henny's man chimed in that night.


"He's a nice guy, but I dig The Rocker more," he says to me.

I laugh, "Well I do to, but he really isn't an option anymore. I'm not choosing between the two. If I was we both know who the obvious winner would be."


"So things are done with you and The Rocker for sure then huh," he asks.

"Looks like it. I sort of got an attitude with him during our last conversation," I say. "I'm pretty sure I slammed the door on any further communications from him. Honestly its better this way. The only thing worse than being with him, was trying to pretend I could be friends with him."
"A clean break was probably a good idea then,"he says. "Just put it on ice for now. If it was anything of substance, it won't melt."

That was deep. I smile at him. I love my friends. And I sort of hated me.

I left there place frustrated with myself. I mean what was I doing? I needed to end it. But I couldn't. I was afraid of The Lonely. I didn't realize at the time that what I should have been afraid of was my silly little Puppy.

I continued to hang with him. We got closer over the last few weeks. I began to think maybe I didn't need to feel a strong attraction to someone to be with them. Maybe I should try caring about someone who was my friend first.  We had fun together. He made me comfortable. It was nice to be able to laugh again with someone. I began to relax into it. And the more I did, so did he. And that's when I began to see it. The little glimpses of the Egotistical Dog that was hiding within.

It started while we were out with Henny and her crowd. I love her scene. Every party, every club, every under ground with her is glorious retro Afro funky fun. She rolls with a collection of percussionist and soul DJ's. Her scene is very Urban and real and chill. People in her scene don't bring drugs to a party (well weed, but who counts that?). They bring homemade organic hummus and instruments and a willingness to dance their ass's off all night. Its peace love and drumbeats all night long with theses beautiful people. They bring the party. They are home to me.

While out partying with the Afro Crew, Ego Dog says to me, "Man, its really nice to be at a place where I'm not recognized. It's really nice to just be able to chill without fans rolling up on me every 5 minutes."

Uh, yeah. It must be a real drag. Good thing no one here would give a shit even if they knew who you were Ego Dog.

Oh and then how about this one, "You know its so great that I have my friends to keep me grounded. They are constantly making fun of me when I get approached by my fans. There teasing is great because it helps me to remember who I am."

Uh, ok. And who are you again? Oh yeah...Ego Dog. Glad you can still hang with the little people man. You're a giver.

Or my favorite, "Yeah the other day I ran into this girl from college that I had banged once. Afterwards she had wanted a relationship with me but I didn't. She told me that she now brags about how she once fucked a guy who is now a DJ for __________.  How sad is it that she uses my name to make herself look good? So stupid right?"

You took the words right out of my mouth dude.

I told Homeless boyfriend once how I was going to start keeping a tally mark everytime Ego Dog name dropped someone to me. An act that was completely lost on me considering I had no idea who half the people he was talking about were. If the names didn't have the words, "Red Hot," Or, "Chili Peppers," in it I didn't give a rats ass.

I guess his Ego didn't bother me at first because I thought it was funny. I personally didn't see anything for him to be egotistical about. He would make a douchey comment and I would merely pat him on the head and say, "Good boy." Maybe even give him a treat. It was cute he thought of himself as the popular boy in school. I have a feeling he used to be a really big nerd and was finally enjoying the first positive attention he's ever received in his life. Whatever. I'm a supportive person. Kudos to you man.

It wasn't until this last weekend that I realized the type of damage his Ego could cause.

 On Saturday The Tribes joined together to enjoy a Block Party downtown. We invaded the public transportation stations in true Hipster form. Party hats and drunken antics ensued. The ride downtown was a fun one. The only damper on the festivities was the presence of one of Puppys exes. Not that it was her fault. She was apart of The Cochella Tribe and just as sweet as the rest of them. It was the first time I had met her so I thought that things might be a little awkward at first. What I didn't expect was that the poor girl would be dragged through the mud by a rabid Ego Dog.

I could tell the second she saw Puppy lean over and give me a kiss that she had no idea that he and I had been dating. It was written all over her poor little face. The guy had been texting her all week and hadn't thought once to mention me?  Everytime I was with him his phone would ding and I would look down to see her name staring back at me. It didn't bother me. Lord knows I talk to enough exes myself. What bothered me now was that during all these conversations he had obviously not mentioned me. At all. Even though I was sitting right next to his ass as he was texting her 90% of the time.

The day was awful. My heart poured out to her. She stared at us every  possible moment. Whenever I would walk away she would be by his side. She was lost. I could tell she was having a hard time finding her place within the group if she wasn't with him. Puppy was no help. Like I said before, we've never been very PDA with each other. Well on this particular day the boy was practically dry humping my leg in front of her. The whole situation made me sick to my stomach. I felt disgusted with myself and even more so with him. I mean who was this guy? Was he really this heartless and petty?

I found out later that the answer was yes.

After the Block Party, we went back to The Tribes place to change for the Key Club. A member of my Hipster crew was spinning there so the plan was to attend and support one of our own. Puppy disappeared from the apartment before I even left the bathroom. I shot him a text, "Where you at?"

He responded with, "Key Club."

What the  fuck? That was a first. He never left without telling me first. Why would he ditch out without us? Or me for that matter? I brushed it off. He was loaded and probably just antsy. Once we got to the club everything was back to normal. Puppy had his nose up my ass as usual and we all had a really good time.

But for some reason something was bothering me. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I started to get paranoid. And suspicious. Two emotions I seldom feel. I brushed it off. I figured it was probably still upset about how he had treated his ex all day. I tried to let it go.

We left the club and I looked over to see Puppy embracing another girl. I heard him say, "I love you too babe," and give her a kiss on the cheek. She was loaded off her ass and falling over into his arms.

I found out later that she was just a friend and she was there with her boyfriend celebrating her birthday. But it was the way he did it that bothered me. Granted he was loaded off his ass as usual. (The guy hadn't slept in two days. So not hot.) But still, the way he did it was just so douchey. Such a turn off.

The journey back to The Cochella Tribes apartment was a long one. There was a lot of walking, and a few cab rides. The whole time Puppy was distant. Strange considering how overly affectionate he had been with me all day. I finally found out why when we got to the apartment.

There was another girl there. One I didn't know. One that Puppy sat next to the whole night. I began to get that feeling again. What the hell was wrong with me? I never get jealous. I'm never paranoid. But something about this situation was rubbing me the wrong way.

There were about 15 of us sitting around the living room having drinks, listening to music and shooting the shit. Hippie Chick, one of the tribesman and I were all talking about Puppys Nocturnal show. We were talking about possible costume and concept ideas. I called Puppy over to listen in. He comes over and sits across from me.

"Come sit next to me," I tell him. I hadn't really spoken to him since leaving the Key Club.

Puppy gets up and sits on the floor at my feet. Okayyyy. I meant next to me on the couch dip shit but whatever.

That's when it hit me. The other girl was actually...another girl. Turns out I was right. That asshole had double booked! While he was still on a date with me! Then I remembered something. I had seen her leaving the Key Club earlier that night right when we were walking in. That asshole had ditched me at the apartment earlier so that he could spend time with her before I showed up!  That dirty ass motherfucker...

I tried to shake the crazy out of my head. There's no way he could do something like that right? I mean, was he really dick enough to go to MY friends event with another girl in front of MY Hipster crew right before I was scheduled to show up?  Was he really that soulless? No way. We were friends and friends would never disrespect each other in such a disgusting way.

I was wrong. Apparently we weren't friends...because he did.

At one point I was sitting on the floor next to the Other Girl. Puppy walks over and sits between us...then immediately turns his back to me so that he could talk to her. He started to do gestures and express body language that I was very familiar with. I mean the two of us had practically been living together these last few weeks. I knew him very well. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

He started talking about how wasted he was and dropping his head on his arm towards her in a cutesy way. I had been taking care of the douchebag all day! Making sure he had water, rubbing his head to help with his headache, making him eat and buy aspirin. Now here he was trying to get sympathy from Other Girl right fucking next to me?! Unbelievable.

I figured I had two choices. I could either tap the asshole on the shoulder and ask him what the fuck was going on, or leave. I decided to leave, because honestly it was pretty fucking obvious what was happening. And honestly, I didn't give a shit enough about the asshole to fight with him...or for him. I was done. With him and this situation. It was time for me to exit stage right. Just as I made my decision one of the Tribeswomen came over to sit next to me.

"Are you cool with whats happening right now?" She asks.

That was all the validation I needed.

"No, I'm not," I answered her. "I'm gonna leave."

"I'll come with you," she says.

I stand up and lean over to where Hippie Chick is sitting.

"I'm gonna go," I tell her.

"What, why?!" She asks alarmed.

"I can't deal with this," I tell her gesturing behind me to the dumbfuck twins still sitting together on the floor.

"Wait, I'll go too," she says.

I cringe. I didn't want to make a scene of this. I just wanted to exit the situation stat.  I start to walk towards the door. The same Tribeswoman grabs me and pulls me to the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry," she says. "I can't fucking believe him right now. We are all so pissed. We don't even know who he is anymore."

"Look, I just want to bail," I say, anxious to leave before Puppy decided to get involved in all this.

"Wait, one of our friends pulled him into the bedroom and she's talking to him," she says.

Fuck me.

"Right now? About me?"

"Yeah," she answers back.

"Dude, I need to leave. Now," I reply panicked. I broke free of her and quickly slipped out the door.

I made it all the way to the lobby before I noticed the multiple footsteps behind me. I turn around slowly, afraid that Puppy had decided to chase after me. Thankfully it was just Hippie Chick, and two of the Tribeswomen.

"Where are you going?" Hippie Chick asks me.

"Home," I say back. Honestly I didn't know where I was going. I mean this had never happened to me! Who does this happen to? Who sits in a living room with 15 of her closet friends while his date begins his second date for the evening in front of everyone? I mean if I had a fucked-up-o-meter, that shit would have exploded.

"No your not," they answer back. "Let's go grab a milkshake at the 24 Hour Diner."

I start to argue but then stop myself. I didn't want to go home and be alone. I didn't want to sit by myself and think about how badly I had just been fucked over.

"Ok," I answer back. "Let's go."

Luckily one of the girls had brought her car keys and was able to provide a pair of shoes for the other T-women who had walked out barefoot. The three of us drove to the diner and had some much needed girl time.

It was awesome. Heartwarming. I mean I expected Hippie Chick to be by my side, but these were Puppys friends. Yet here they were sitting at a diner with me at six in the morning drinking freaking milkshakes for goodness sakes! I vented, they consoled. We laughed and bonded. Each of them endearing themselves to my heart for forever more.

So much of my life has been spent alone. In the past when fucked up things happened to me the only one consoling me was....me.  I wasn't used to having such an amazing ever growing circle of women in my life.  It was wonderful. I hope each one of them know how much I appreciated them at that moment. Its nice to be reminded by amazing people that just because someone treats you like shit, it doesn't mean you are.

"He's lost so much respect from me. I don't even know how to respond,"Tribeswomen 1 says to me. "I mean there are honest mistakes and that's a different story but tonight was a total dismissal of your feelings and of the relationship you guys had. You trusted him and he took advantage."

"I know. My mind is blown," I tell her. "I mean up to this point I had been turning down guys left and right out of respect for him. I mean we weren't just two random people who were dating. I thought we were friends, so I gave him the respect I thought a friend deserved. I had no idea that he didn't feel the same way. I never would have done something like this to him. Never."

"Look, you don't need to make a big ordeal about all this to him later," T1 continues. "Don't try to guilt him or scold him later. Just let him know that you respect yourself enough to not make that mistake twice and be done with it. You are a fucking Slam piece Rockstar besides being a beautiful person inside and out. You have no need or desire to compete with some dumb Cochella Tribe/Hipster wannabe tag along. Just tell Puppy bye and to save the drama for someone who cares."

Be still my freaking heart!

"Wow.  I think I love you," I reply to her laughing. "Yeah, this whole thing is so fucked up. Its funny, this is making me respect Partyboy so much more. The only reason he and I are still friends now is because we never did shit like this to each other. When we started dating other people we were open and honest about it. He tried for 3 days to get a hold of me to let me know he and his girlfriend had got back together. And even afterwards, when we both knew we still like eachother, we held back and respected ourselves and her. That's why he and I are so close now. We always thought of our friendship first. I mean I know I haven't known Puppy for very long but I have to say that I don't think he is a very good person. And its crazy because the rest of you are so nice and genuine. So much for flocks of a feather."

"Ugh I know," T2 chimes in. "He' changed so much these last few months. My perception of him has just been getting worse and worse. It's hard to watch a friend turn into something so unlike the person you first met. Especially when the rest of your group doesn't see it. But now I think everyone knows. God I hope this doesn't effect the way you guys view the rest of us."

"No not at all!" I respond immediately. "I don't believe that our surroundings define who we are. Our actions do. None of us are the person we think we are in our heads. We are defined by the way we treat others. By how we present ourselves in public and in front of our loved ones. If someone respects others they respect themselves. The rest of you know who you are and its beautiful."

"Well said," T2 responds smiling.

"Exactly," T1 continues, in between drags of her milkshake. "And like I said you have too many fucking amazing friends who love you. Not one of them have the bad vibes that he is bringing around right now. Maybe somewhere down the line you guys will be friends again. I'm sure you will still be friendly. You seem much to mature to use the silent treatment but I'm glad you have the kind of self worth that enables you to say, 'Sorry buddy, you didn't make the cut. I deserve better.' I hope you know that we all love you."

"I do," I tell her. "Thank you guys so much for coming here with me. You have no idea how much you have touched my heart. As far as Puppy goes, the answer is no. We will never be friends. I'm very particular about the people that I allow to be close to me. I've never been treated like this before by anyone. My respect for him won't ever come back. I don't hold grudges but I do stick to my guns once I've written someone off. There are no second chances when it comes to shitting on me. I'm done. This was not ok."


We all sit in silence for a while letting the nights events sink in. The sun began to rise so we finally dragged ourselves away from our girlie circle of love and headed back. The girls dropped me off at my car and Hippie Chick ran upstairs to grab the boys so that she could drive them home in hers.

Sleep didn't come easy that night. I woke the next day in shock. I mean had that really just happened? Did my semi douchey little Puppy just dog me like this? Wow.

I waited for it. Waited for him to wake up. Waited to see what he would say.

"Wow, woke up on the floor with no recollection of going to sleep. Wtf happened last night? When did you leave? I remember talking with Mr. Boston and then a total blank lol," he finally texts.

I wonder who he texted first this morning? Me or her?

I don't respond. I decided to wait. Wait until someone else woke up and told this asshole what he did.  The follow up text arrived an hour later.

"Okay so I'm being explained things now, apparently not my best black out night. I'm really sorry...:/"

10 minutes later, "I know you probably don't want to talk to me but at some point I'd like to if you're willing."

I may have been willing, but there was just one problem. I knew he was spending the day with Other Girl. He was driving down to San Diego for some event, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he was taking her with him. The guy invited me to everything. The fact that he had completely excluded me from this event was all the proof I needed.

"Look, I'm down to talk if you really think you need that but I don't want to do this now while you're out partying up the day with her," I say. I'm not positive if he is, but I decide to go with my gut anyways. "I'd like to atleast do this part respectfully. I'll just talk to you when you get back."

I figured if I was wrong he would immediately scream out his innocence. If I was right? I wouldn't hear back from him for the rest of the day. There is no way he would be able to handle getting caught being a two timing loser again.

He responds to me over 8 hours later. Damn I hate being right all the time. That's a lie. I love it.

"Ofcourse," he sends. "I want nothing more than to do this respectfully at this point."

Way to finally become a real man ass wipe.

"I know what I did was awful and the least I can do is talk to you about it respectfully," he finishes.

I don't know what set me off at this point. I mean earlier I thought I would talk it out with him. He was a friend and I should allow him that courtesy. But that's the thing isn't it?  Why should I give him any sort of courtesy when he had shown me none?

"Honestly, I'm good," I tell him. "No conversation is necessary. I'll just see you around. It's squashed."

I didn't want to talk about this anymore! Any of it. I didn't care about his explanations. I mean what could he possibly say? I had been seeing her on the side for the last week or so but still spending every possible moment with you because being with two chicks made me feel like a bad ass and forget what a loser I really am inside?

Whatever the reason, I didn't care a flying fuck to hear it. Nothing he could say could make me change my current opinion of him.  I was definitely done so I didn't need an explanation from someone I didn't care to know anymore.  After what just went down, Ego Dog will be lucky if I let him lick the shit off my boots. I had finally assimilated what had happened and realized I was over it. Now I was just getting annoyed at the stray dog following me around sniffing my ass.

"I know," he says. "I just feel like I owe you an explanation."

"You owe me an apology," I respond back. "I'm not interested in explanations. Nothing you can say will make this less shitty. It will just be you trying to make yourself feel better not me. Just do your thing and I'll do mine and lets call it a day."

"Yes I definitely owe you an apology..."

Ha, you owe me a lung.

"...and that is there 100%. But I do feel like I owe you an explanation. As shitty as it was there is more to it than me just being a dick."

Oh you mean there's more?  I think we've had all we can handle from your dick half, Ego Dog. I'm sure no one is interested in what your other faces look like.

"Not interested," I say instead. "Sorry. Just do me right for once and drop it. I don't want to waste anymore energy on this. Its not worth it to me. I'll just see you around."

I was beginning to get really irritated. I mean after everything that had happened this guy was still making this all about him?!  Nothing he could say would make me feel better. How could he not see that? He just wanted to explain so that he could feel better about himself. So that he could feel better about what he did. I'd rather try to house train the pup by rubbing his face in his own shit. Take a big whiff buddy, because WCC's not cleaning that shit up. Just sit in it.
"I know you probably don't think my explanation is worth anything, but I kind of do."

Ofcourse you do.

"Dude, I was really hoping you would respect my wishes about this," I tell him. It was now one in the morning. I had only slept 2 hours in 2 days. I was drained and hurt and angry. All I wanted was sleep and for this selfish asshole to leave me the hell alone.

"You can either drop it and enjoy a cordial relationship with me (when necessary) or I'll have to start avoiding you if you continue to insist on trying to alleviate your guilt by trying to 'explain' this bullshit. Either way you really need to back up off me right now because you're really starting to piss me off."

I was done. I wanted him to be done. I wanted silence. But ofcourse Ego Dog had to try to have the last word.

"I'm not going to try to overly defend myself because I know how mad you must be about it, but again I just do want to say that I do have an explanation."

This guy must have a death wish.

"Good for you. Night," I respond.

And with that I finally shut the yapping Pup up.

I was drained. And tired. I slept.

The next day I felt better. The embarrassment and anger had dissipated. The relief finally began to roll in. Iglad it was over. I knew that it would have to end at some point, but I didn't know how to make that happen. I probably would have got comfortable. I probably would have started to care. I probably would have slept with him and just disappeared into Hipsterland.

But now I was free. And it had happened in a way that left me smelling like roses. I wasn't hated. He was. Awesome.

Time to move on. Luckily for me, I always prepare for the worst. I made sure that I had two new characters locked and loaded for you dear reader. I know how much you all hate for there to be a lull in my ever changing dating life.  In true WCC form, you know I'm always here to deliver.

The first is a surfer/remodeler/shop owner/board maker/rockandroller/hot as all hell tattoo bearing tall burly bad ass maaaannnnn.  So my speed. I call this one, 'Dude'.

Not sure what the second guy does yet. I know he is an actor, but he also has a day job that pays the bills. He's over six feet as well with dirty blond hair and light blue eyes. Reminds me of a slightly older version of The Creeper (hot).  Lets hope this guy can kiss better than good old Creepface. I haven't named this one yet. You'll be the first to know when I do.



As for Puppy?  Sorry dear reader. I had to put the poor pup down.
Its time to for Carrie to go play with the Big Dogs again.


RIP Puppy. All your faces won't be missed.


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