There’s no more use denying it.
We are THOSE people. The obsessive dog-worshiping ones that somehow think that every action of their precious pooch needs to be celebrated and shared- preferably with any and all applicable pictures.
A year ago, Ian swore after an unfortunate incident with my parent’s husky and a bag of dog poop that he would never own a nasty canine of his own. Fast forward to the present and I’m finding myself living with a simpering fool who melts at the sight of a tail wag.
Make that two tail wags.