About a year ago I woke up slightly hungover on a beautiful Fall Saturday with *literally* nothing to do, so I zombie stumbled out for coffee around noon and, long story short…accidentally adopted a three-month old almost-pomeranian puppy on the way home. Soon it was Winter and the world was cold and dark and I (tired and probably still hungover) was like, “Holy fucking shit, I’m SO sorry everyone in my life / I’ve made a terrible mistake / this dog is a fucking asshole / I’m sorry he peed on your bed and I’m sorry he ate your new shoes and I’m sorry he bites your face, Gramma.” Fast-forward an indistinguishable amount of time and incalculable number of soiled beds and he’s now a perfect little angel baby bear and the coolest living thing I know.
