I want a yorkie!

So here's the thing (there's always a thing)...

I want a yorkie puppy. Simple as that. 
I'm 25 years old theres no need for an explanation  If I want a yorkie then I get a yorkie. Right? 
Nope, it's not that simple. 
Because of course here comes Jutt to tell me I can't have a yorkie. 


Uh no. I don't think so. I wear big girl panties tyvm! I believe that even though we are married we do not speak for each other & we certainly do not make up each others mind. So therefore I will be getting a yorkie soon. Aww. I think I'll call her Sprinkles, or if its a he then I'll call him Sprinkles & he'll be my own little gay fashionista baby boy. 

I can see us now...cuddling and playing and frolicking through grass that is taller than him. <3 I can't wait! All the adventures sprinkles & I will have. 

My future gay yorkie. xoxo 

So yeah the moral of this story is...if someone tells you you can't have a puppy you riot, you fucking riot and you get your puppy. No one is the boss of you, except for you of course. 



Peace&love.