Little Entitled Spoiled Brat

If you are my friend on facebook - you know that I have become the very thing that I made fun of.  

My dog is my baby.  

I worry about Fievel when I'm at work.  I worry about him when I'm at home.  I buy him toys and food, anything I think he could ever possibly need because he is my baby.

When we eat dinner, he barks at us - fully expecting that that food so nicely laid out on our plates belongs to him - because really, doesn't it???

This little dog has brought me more happiness than I could ever imagine and I wouldn't change a thing.

What a brat.