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Corgi Life
The corgi’s five-month birthday was this Sunday. My husband named her Lola because she is low, but her main characteristic is that she is smart. So far she has figured out how to open her crate, how to open doors, and how to parkour her way onto the kitchen table.
She has also figured out how to walk on the treadmill. She only walks on the treadmill when I do, so I can’t take a video, and you will just have to trust me when I say it is very cute.
The corgi requires a lot of attention and long walks around the neighborhood, and a substantial part of my day involves picking up her toys and garbage off the floor of my apartment. I have gotten very good at doing squats, and my thighs have gotten super muscular in the past month.
Because I am now swole, I can’t wear jeans anymore, so I bit the bullet and bought myself an Adidas tracksuit. Wearing it feels like the most European thing I have ever done. Like, some people’s cultural heritage lets them wear clothing like saris and thawbs, and I get an Adidas tracksuit. But whatever, I’m not complaining. My husband got jealous and bought a tracksuit of his own.
I also ordered a sling for the chihuahua from Japan so that she could go on walks with us, but she will only consent to ride in it if my husband is wearing it. Also, having become accustomed to being carried, the chihuahua will no longer walk on a leash. On top of that, she will only poo where the corgi does, and the corgi’s poo spots are unfortunately nowhere near our apartment.
So if you see a bearded Middle Eastern man walking around West Philadelphia in a full tracksuit carrying around a chihuahua in a cute Japanese manpurse, that is what happened.
She has also figured out how to walk on the treadmill. She only walks on the treadmill when I do, so I can’t take a video, and you will just have to trust me when I say it is very cute.
The corgi requires a lot of attention and long walks around the neighborhood, and a substantial part of my day involves picking up her toys and garbage off the floor of my apartment. I have gotten very good at doing squats, and my thighs have gotten super muscular in the past month.
Because I am now swole, I can’t wear jeans anymore, so I bit the bullet and bought myself an Adidas tracksuit. Wearing it feels like the most European thing I have ever done. Like, some people’s cultural heritage lets them wear clothing like saris and thawbs, and I get an Adidas tracksuit. But whatever, I’m not complaining. My husband got jealous and bought a tracksuit of his own.
I also ordered a sling for the chihuahua from Japan so that she could go on walks with us, but she will only consent to ride in it if my husband is wearing it. Also, having become accustomed to being carried, the chihuahua will no longer walk on a leash. On top of that, she will only poo where the corgi does, and the corgi’s poo spots are unfortunately nowhere near our apartment.
So if you see a bearded Middle Eastern man walking around West Philadelphia in a full tracksuit carrying around a chihuahua in a cute Japanese manpurse, that is what happened.
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Also I feel you on "I'm too swole and now jeans don't fit >:/" also why are jeans expensive?? I think I'd buy a tracksuit too instead of dropping several hundred bucks to replace jeans.
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I will finance myself with my fungus-based body disposal service, andno subject
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