breaking me down with poodles

my sisters are trying to convince me to move to new york. they say that if i live there with one of my sisters we can get a dog. one of them, in her infinite evilness, is sending me pictures like this to try to break me down:



i have to say that it's doing its work on me. stay in d.c.? hot, buggy d.c.? where everyone i meet is obsessed with politics, and where i'll probably get roped into spending my evenings making phone calls for kerry, only to see him probably lose in november?

or go live with my sister and that puppy?

help me out, my loyal zero readers.