When my little chick dog makes weird pig noises, I giggle and fall more in love with her.
When she curls up on my lap and sighs, I will always smile.
When she gets over-excited to see me when I come home, I feel good.
Wherever I am, as long as this dog is with me, it'll always feel like home.
But when she rolls around in worm guts and expects to be allowed in my bed?
Tough shit, sweetie.
Not even the most beautiful man in the world would be welcome in my bed smelling like....that.
Moral of the story? Love only gets ya so far.
Moral of the story? Love only gets ya so far.
Yuck.
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