(shorts-c/o Hallelu, sweater-Threadsence, hat-H&M, sunnies-Karen Walker c/o Need Supply)
Boogie and I spent our Sunday morning leash training on the docks.
The sweet thing only has two speeds, stop and prance. It doesn't help that I give into his pouty brown eyes whenever the little prince wants to be carried.
Every evening Boogie meets me at the train station. I take a train to work in lieu of attempting to drive the 5, which is always a clusterfuck. That's not important. What is important is that Boogie is the sweetest thing I've ever seen. This time he decided to accessorize with a lime green bow. He's turning out to be quite the little fashionsta.
(draped shorts-BB Dakota, lace bike shorts-American Apparel, blouse-Theory, jacket-Forever 21, shoes-Loeffler Randall, bag-H&M, sunglasses-Chanel, bracelet-All Saints) It's Boogie! Don't worry. I don't actually carry him around in my bag, although judging by how quickly he fell asleep during the shoot, I think he likes it. I can't even begin to tell you how much joy Boogie has brought into my life. Most people are always bewildered when they find out I have 2, now 3, pets. But it's just more furballs to love. I've never raised a puppy. Linguine was already over a year old when we rescued him. Having Boogie has been a sincerely charming experience.
Meet Boogie! The newest addition to our family. Boogie (short for Booger) is a 3 month old Pekingese who stole my heart with his smushed little face and a tongue that's way too long for his mouth. I'm currently for too preoccupied watching him wage a war against his older brother, Linguine (my other dog), to write this post. Happy Monday!