Today, I will not complain.

Last night I was grumpy. So today I was going to pity party this blog into making people feel bad for me. But then I showered, started tackling my responsibilities of the day, and realized I can complain tomorrow.

Mainly because I had a 2-minute photo session with a treat-wanting English bulldog that about broke my heart in adorability and omgyou'restoeffin'cute-ness.

No, really...she's a heartbreaker. If she were a 16-year-old daughter of mine, I'd be polishing shotguns....mainly because she'll do anything for food. And that's not how I'll raise my human children. They'll know better and ask if the meal is produced from local produce, non-hormoned animals, and carried out of the grocery store with polypropylene bags.

I've got the leg up on the ASPCA and Sarah McLauchlan. Any lesbian can sing a song. But this milblogger makes your eyes water and hearts melt with pictures of this adora-bull (pun INTENDED) face. I literally squealed with delight when I upload'd these pictures!

Listen readers, this bitch makes me sit while hovering a treat above my face. Don't give in. She's evil. She only pretends to love me. She only lets me sleep with her when that giant caveman is gone. What the heck is up with that? I deserve plushness every night...

It's rare when we get the quintessential bulldog look out of her. But when she does, she delivers. It's her Zoolander Winston Churchill face...and yes, that's a drop of drool.

And yes, comments will make my day better. ;) Go ahead, tell me how cute she is!