Òyì nke e mepụtara

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.