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I love my dog
(sh.itjust.works)
I got this wonderful little monster from a shelter 6 years ago.
She was a crazy, unruly spazz as a puppy. She pooped inside one of my shoes once. Destroyed a recliner (it was barely recognizable as a chair when she finished).
But I can honestly say that she’s the best damned dog I’ve ever had. When I tell her “I love you,” she barks three times, every time.
Anyway, that’s it. That’s the post.
Seems like it was a separation anxiety thing. I stepped outside for a moment because a friend showed up, and she seemed panicked? Like I wasn’t going to come back.
Admittedly, as gross as it was, it was funny. I just pictured her being like, “Oh, you’re going to go outside for a moment to say hello to your friend? Well take THIS.”