First message
’That’s such a good deed!’, ‘You know they euthanise the ones that don’t get adopted?’ , ‘I love little pets so much, especially hybrids…’ - All comments made by the girl I’m interested in dating….so, naturally, I had to go and get one. Except I’ve got home with a little hybrid and he seems way too unsure about everything.
The internet says he should be able to pretty much take care of himself. Two cleaned up accidents later and I call the shelter. Taken away from his mother too young, they say. Bring him back if you want to….whilst heavily implying I’m returning him to be destroyed. So now I have a badly stained living room carpet that stinks of cleaning products and a barely verbal excitable puppy with opposable thumbs. At least he can’t reach the high cupboards.
Whilst wondering if the stains showing my commitment to keeping the little tyke alive makes me more or less appealing to my animal loving crush, Milo scampers in and looks up with confused longing Hungry?