Let me preface this by saying....I ADORE Mocha Latte Jet Almeida. Literally, the second I layed eyes on him, I knew he was the missing piece in my little family. Casa de Almeida, if you will ...
Anywho, the weather here has been dreadful. An awfull heat. The kind of heat that you can't breathe, let alone be productive. Thankfully, my darling husband installed AC in the bedroom. So the other day , me and the kids retired to the bedroom and fell asleep to the hum of the AC's engine.
At 11:45, I awoke when my lil Mocha was sitting on my pillow and giving me a gentle smooch. I returned the loves.. sat up and stretched. As I returned to consciousness, I ran my fingers through my hair and was horrified to find it goopy. I quickly realized that liltte Mocha had tangled his little weiner body in my mass of hair and proceeded to SHIT in it.. Yes, dear reader.. My beloved pooch crapped in my hair. I was mortified.
Now it wasn't Mocha's fault, we found out today that he is either Lactose intolerant, allergic to Lamb or sensitive to Glutten.. we haven't exactly isolated it yet.. so he DOES have the runs.. I was just a little peeved when it ran all over my fabulous frock.. I mean EACH visit to the salon sets be back a few Franklins, or Washingtons.. You know, the BIG bills.. anyways, woe is me.
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