Would I have to start planning outfits around the tattoo like I plan for weather?
Writing this weekend column has got me dangerously close to over-anthropomorphizing my dog. It's an easy line to cross, considering that Spondee has what can only be described as eyebrows and he uses them frequently to express things like swag dissatisfaction (I thought Spondee was throwing shade/giving side eye to the rainy weather in this photo but on second glance this appears to be the look he gives me when I've failed him on a deep and emotional level):
But, eyebrows or no, it is important to remember that our pets - despite their superior emotional intuition - are still just furry little creatures with limited cognitive capacity and an unlimited capacity of cuteness. It is important to remember this when they are demanding extra snacks or heaving their bodies onto your keyboard while you try to work.
I know this happens to people. It's happened to me.
Anyway, I think I've written all I can about the bean for the time being. I'm still going to include his face in my weekend column and his antics will make an appearance from time to time. But, seriously, corgis every Saturday are making me a little soft.
So, here we are at the end of the column and I want to hear all about your pets' funniest, cutest, darlingest moments. Let's share pictures and stories and have a nice Saturday laugh or two about such things as:
- Dog Eyebrows: an endearing characteristic or an emotionally manipulative menace?
- Puppy/Kitten Photos: Why do we torment ourselves with them?
- Food-based Crime: After the theft of a three-topping pizza pie, food-based crime has been on the rise in the Rambharose-Courtney household. How has food-based crime affected the people in your life? (Editor's Note: You may want to turn the audio off in the video people. I'm cooing in such an affected manner that it's embarrassing.)
- Doppelgängers: From time to time, I think Spondee might actually be a red panda. He frequently confirms this theory. Is one of your pets concealing a secret identity? Tell someone. Hold them accountable.
Alrighty. That's all, folks. Spondee and I will be snow-swimming (not really, because almost all of the snow has melted in Philly) off into the sunset. See you in the comments.