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There's not much that cannot be made better by a puppy wriggling so happily when they see you that they shake their entire body.
I had a frustrating, off-putting day at work (and I think that the Operations team at my employer needs a little chainsaw re-education), finally dragged myself home after watching people get sent home early repeatedly due to us being slower than molasses rolling down a snow-covered hill, and I rolled into the house grumbling under my breath about my shitty day, to be greeted by roomie M's parents' puppies, who we were puppy-sitting, and I swear to God, I defy anybody to be locked in a Glass Cage of Self-Pity when a friendly, adorable English bulldog pup IMMEDIATELY rolls over and begins pawing the air because they want you to bellyrub them into puppy oblivion.
I'm actually gonna go to work with a jaunty grin because of these two wee bundles of fur, loose skin and drool. I like that.
Then the countdown will come. The countdown until my soul is inevitably destroyed by people who don't know where the power button is on their TV, or people who aren't aware, for whatever reason, that when you shut down a computer, you have to actually do the shut down process that begins by clicking start. That is, if you don't want Windows to eventually say, "Hey, fuck you, buddy."
I had a frustrating, off-putting day at work (and I think that the Operations team at my employer needs a little chainsaw re-education), finally dragged myself home after watching people get sent home early repeatedly due to us being slower than molasses rolling down a snow-covered hill, and I rolled into the house grumbling under my breath about my shitty day, to be greeted by roomie M's parents' puppies, who we were puppy-sitting, and I swear to God, I defy anybody to be locked in a Glass Cage of Self-Pity when a friendly, adorable English bulldog pup IMMEDIATELY rolls over and begins pawing the air because they want you to bellyrub them into puppy oblivion.
I'm actually gonna go to work with a jaunty grin because of these two wee bundles of fur, loose skin and drool. I like that.
Then the countdown will come. The countdown until my soul is inevitably destroyed by people who don't know where the power button is on their TV, or people who aren't aware, for whatever reason, that when you shut down a computer, you have to actually do the shut down process that begins by clicking start. That is, if you don't want Windows to eventually say, "Hey, fuck you, buddy."