My Boston Terrier got knotted with my Chihuahua and on August 13th, I ended up with a little black pup that follows me everywhere I go. The only survivor out of 3 puppies. She even crawls up in the bed with me and stays right there until I get up, whether it be a regular 6 hours or a 12-hour depression sleep. She's always right there to greet me and make me smile.

She's such a little sweetheart

Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)

...but let it get out of hand, and it might burn your house to the ground