Monday confessional

Things are going downhill pretty quickly with the whole "our puppy is a pet, not a toy or a baby" idea.

(And by downhill I mean we've jumped off the cliff with both feet screaming, "wheeee!")

She goes everywhere with us.
Sleeps on our bed.
Lays on the couch.

And now it's come to this:

Oh dear.

Now, I'm not saying I bought this for Miley myself.

Or this:

But I"m not saying I didn't squeal a little in excitement when I saw them. And try them both on her immediately.

(Gosh darn it, they're cute as all get out! Thanks, Mum :)

Go ahead and shake your head in shame, we understand.