There's this magic about puppies. The way they cock their heads to one side. The way they gaze into your eyes. The way they snuggle up close and make it almost impossible not to speak to them in incoherent baby-talk.
And then, PROJECTILE VOMITING!!!!!
The most nauseating, putrid stuff ever. And as you sit there, repulsed and stupefied, they look at you calmly and serenely, without a care in the world.
And after putting them out, cleaning up, washing up, and wondering if you can trade him in for a bird, you let them back in, and they are so delightfully trusting and cute, you think that everything is good in the world, and you forgive them.
But the cycle just begins all over again...
Sorry, but that kind of day. A late one, with too much work, and not enough productivity.
'Night
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