so far, we've been remarkably blessed with a happy baby. i had to troll through all 572 pictures of the baba to find these gems. however, when eve-sie pups has a meltdown she doesn't cut any corners. her freak-outs amuse me to no end. my mind translates her screams into the following lines by dylan thomas. i'm sure she wants me to join her pure emotional symphony of rage.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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She really does look mad in that last photo. Poor baby! I always felt so guilty, laughing when you guys stamped your feet. What's a pups to do?
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