On why dogs eat their own puke and how love averted me

I think LOVE just averted me...because of The Beagle's antics. I'll remind myself next time she's not to barf in the back seat of the car while I'm eyeing a hot stranger. He was helping a homeless lady in the parking lot of the post office. A hot guy with a big heart...in Dallas no less. 

And, I succumbed to cleaning puke out of the back seat.  Next time I will have a talk with her on when she's allowed to let loose all the gross things she ate in the yard so that she can manage to do so around the convenience of MY schedule.  What if she caused me to miss my prince?

 But, when it was all over things were good and she was back to her old self.  Dammit.

 Moral of this story...

Next time I'll leave the dog alone and let her hack it up in the back seat of the car.  Leather seats are easily washable, right?  

Then, I'll casually walk over to said hotty and mention that I noticed him helping out a stranger.  I'll have the guts to lay it all on the line and flirt with him all the while The Beagle finishes barfing and then proceeds to eat her own vomit --- as if left overs are better than the first round.  Why does she do that?  Why?  

Why are things in my life sometimes to untimely?  Dear God, please help me.

I'm AmericanBridget and The Beagle has got to stop eating bugs in the yard.

Friday I am in love

 Credit goes to Summer B

 I was so intrigued by a few fellow bloggers who participate in the FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE series that I decided to jump on the preverbial bandwagon too. 

Everyone needs a little black dress and my closet has been filled with them over the years.  But this one seemed both sophisticated and sexy wrapped into one gorgeous, yet simple, cocktail eye-catcher.

  

Dear Santa,  

I want this dress.  No, I don't have any where to where it to in the next month, but I need to meet my closet criteria and update the wardrobe with a black new fancy something-something.

Pretty Please with Sugar on Top,

AB

Dress from Banana Republic

Who doesn't LOVE to sleep in on wintery mornings?  I mean, all those warm layers and the abundance of soft fluffiness - pure heaven.    I love this lazy, smelly and naughty beagle.  She's usually the last one to get out of bed.  But she's also a gazillion years old in dog years so I don't blame her.

How could I not mention my new sofa that I splurged on.  This chica needed a splash of sass in my living room.  Of course, by now I've taken the tag off, dozed off on it and had a few too many TV dinners on it, but it's mine and I LOVE it.