Mr. Puppy Bear

So after a 7 hour drive (because I wanted to get better milage so I drove at speed limit the whole way) I came home to Mr. Puppy Bear. Two hours since getting home, a couple scratches, and a bite mark later, I’m just ready to hit the hay.

However, crazy person that I am, I think I’m going to go to the gym and I don’t care that it’s 11pm. This is of course because the first thing my mom tells me when I get through the door is, “you’re getting fatter.” No mom! I’m just lifting more weights. Lay off me will ya! It’s ok, I still love her anyway. Ok, off to the gym.