Nightmare on William Street

I awoke with a start this morning. I had a nightmare about a big, white, jumpy, annoying puppy moving into my home. I ran out of bed to check to make sure that it was just a horrible dream.

You can imagine the horror I felt when I checked the second bedroom. It wasn't a dream. My nightmare is reality.

Why has Quinta now become a part of my dream world? It was my only escape from her. Now I have NOTHING!! HISSSSSSSSS! HIIIISSSSSSSSSS!

Look at this! I even have to share my Daddy-time with her. Why doesn't she just get a life and leave me alone!