Lucy has a friend over this weekend, a "friend" on whom she has an insatiable crush. I say insatiable because my girl is A TART. A full-on ho. A slut. A tease.
Mama's baby is one straight-up little horn dog.
Lucy simply cannot get enough of THE HUMP. Although her doggie boyfriend is 3 times bigger than she, somehow she still manages to get him laid out on his back, her crotch gyrating in his face. I am repulsed!
(But would it be bad to say I'm also a smidge proud? Go girl! Dominate!)
Anyway, last night Lucy didn't sleep a wink. Consequently, neither did I. I woke up the first time to scold Bear, who I thought was having separation anxiety or something because all I could hear was the TAP TAP CLICK CLICK of dog paws prancing around on the hardwood floors in our room. But no! Bear was asleep at Kevin's feet. It was LUCY who was maniacally pacing the room. She was so keyed up by Bear's presence (although clearly Bear could've cared less). It went on. And on. And on. And since we have no door on our room as it is of a loftish quality, there was no reprieve.
I am getting rather tired of being tired.
But hey, at least someone's getting some. Doggie porn, anyone?
(I only say that because I realize I haven't taken any pictures since NEW YEARS, which is so unlike me. I'll try to deliver this weekend. But yes, since non-stop HUMP is currently one of the key happenings in our casa, there may be some pictures of that. Just warning ya.)