Not a dog person… but this changed me
So this happened a few months ago.
I was going through it—barely talking to anyone. One rainy morning, I hear scratching at my door.
Open it, and there’s this muddy dog, tail going crazy like it knows me.
No collar, nothing.
It just walks in, finds a tennis ball, and drops it at my feet.
And I laughed… first time in a while.
Tried finding the owner—no luck
So yeah… I guess I have a dog now.
Didn’t think it’d matter this much, but it does.