Something has changed within me. Something I can’t explain.
I love a puppy.
There, I said it. It’s Hero. I love him.
I never thought this day would come. I famously hate puppies. My post here on LBBH that has gotten BY FAR the most traffic is, indeed, all about how much I legitimately hate them. It wasn’t, and still isn’t, a joke.
I hate their teeth. I hate how much work they are. I hate how they disrupt the established calmness we have going.
But here I am, loving up on freakin’ Hero. And I am PISSED.
This little turd (literally. Hero eats poop) wiggled his way into my cold, dead heart. He plopped his patoot right next to me, chomped my arm fat, and said “you love me, it’s settled.”
And ya know what, he’s right. I don’t know why I love him. Maybe it’s his naturally pointy ears, or his weird dinosaur-strength tail, I don’t know. He’s cute and fun. He’s just a good time I guess.
But really, this new love is hurting my street cred. I have a reputation to uphold.