Moments of success come at the strangest times sometimes (awkward wording, but what do you want?) When I went to Ikea, I was not anticipating that the silly bulldog that I purchased would warrant anything above a goofy smile. However, it's become something more. I like watching him smile, or use William Howard Taft in everyday conversation. I know, goofy, but it's something small that I can't help but enjoy watching.
CA: You have to pretend like this is yours when people come over.
AXR: So you don't like him?
CA: No, that's the problem. He's great. But, you know, I'm fucking five.
AXR: I bought him.
CA: Right. I expect you to take full responsibility for my regression.
Hilarious. And better than having a stupid-ass real drooling bulldog.
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I am firmly pro-bulldog. Slobber is not a deal-breaker with dogs, it's part of the package.
I know, I know. I'm trying to convince him on ANY other kind of dog. I just don't know if I can live for ten years with that jowly face staring up at me. I'm going to have my own jowls soon enough (wow, jowly is really a word...) and don't need to be reminded. There's so many other good dogs.
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