Geeks Do Not Have Pedigrees

I have no clue what we were looking at here.

The weather outside today was perfect for playing fetch with Chewey, even though he isn't very good at that game. He tends to look in the wrong place for the stick, then get distracted and run back to me like he's expecting me to throw something else for him. Silly dog. He should stick to what he's good at, like dancing and doing flips. Maybe fetch is just too basic for him.

Thrifted cardigan and shorts. Rue 21 hairbow, shirt, and tights. Wal-mart boots.