I have a cat. My roommate has a pitbull; one with only three legs, and who just got out of the puppy hospital for an intestinal blockage. This dog, though annoying(or “delightfully playful” in Eliza’s terms) and with horrendous farts, is the sweetest pup, and most amazing dog/pitbull EVER.
And, although he tends to drag me toward (A) the park (B) the ice cream shop or (C) the butcher shop, I still love to walk him and basque while vicariously living in his notoriety in our Williamsburg neighborhood.
Armstrong. Oh, did I mention his immensely hazardous tail? People wonder why my legs are all scratched up and bruised…(okay, I admit I’m slightly a klutz on my own).
Forever 21 dress
Vintage belt
NYCLA wedges
EffortlessCool 
