Club Monaco sweater, Vince pants, Nine West shoes, Ray-Ban sunglasses, Chanel bag
Whenever I take my doggie-niece Maggie to the dog park, she is always "that dog". You know "that dog" that always follows someone around barking and howling her little head off for no apparent reason at all. The victim she chooses is usually pretty understanding, albeit a little annoyed. But sometimes, there's that one man or woman who takes her barking VERY personally and completely overreacts by giving me the stink-eye or huffing and puffing around my vicinity. They act like this tiny dog hand-picked them out because of some personal vendetta or flaw they have and she's calling them out in barks. Trust me, she doesn't care that you never finished college, or that you ate that extra Snickers, or that you really like watching the "The Bachelor" but then tell everyone you don't. She just smelled your butt and didn't like it. That's about the extent of what she cares about. So, if this person is you, you run circles around me with your stink-eye because you need to get over it; she's a dog, not one of the Mean Girls judging your bad hair day. If you really want it to stop, you can always just change your butt smell.
Vita Fede and Anarchy Street bracelets, Vita Fede and Maison Martin Margiela rings
